Verse 1
I hide my pain behind melodies
Dress up my wounds in harmonies
Every line I write bleeds a little red
But everybody just nods their head
They tell me, “Damn, that’s a beautiful song”
Never realizing what’s been wrong
They’re singing along to my worst days
While I’m disappearing right before their eyes
Pre-Chorus
I scream through speakers
I break through chords
I leave pieces of myself
In every word
Chorus
Every song I create is a cry for help
A message in a bottle from a sinking self
I’m not writing lyrics, I’m writing my scars
Leaving trails of blood across these guitar bars
Every song I create is a cry for help
But nobody hears it, nobody can tell
They call it art, they call it a sound
While I’m begging somebody to pull me out
Verse 2
I’ve said it a thousand different ways
In broken verses and dark refrains
I’ve buried my truth inside every rhyme
Hoping someone would read between the lines
But they just hear a catchy melody
Not the war that’s killing me
Not the sleepless nights, not the fear, not the weight
Not the version of me that’s slowly fading away
Bridge
How loud do I have to be
Before somebody sees?
How much of my soul must I spill
Before they believe me?
I’ve turned my heartbreak into albums
My suffering into songs
And somehow after all these years
I’m still screaming alone
Final Chorus
Every song I create is a cry for help
A conversation with a world that felt
A million miles away when I needed it most
Now I haunt these tracks like a ghost
Every song I create is a cry for help
A flare in the dark from a private hell
And if you listen close beneath the sound
You’ll hear a broken heart trying not to drown
Outro
So when the music starts
And the room sings along
Just know some of us aren’t making art…
Im trying to survive
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