END OF THE ROPE

I’ve been dragging this chain through a dead-end night,

Every promise I made turned to dynamite.

Got a mouth full of ashes, a heart full of rust,

And a voice in my skull screaming, “Who can you trust?”

I’m holding on with bleeding hands,

But I don’t know how much longer I can—

STAND!

At the end of the rope!

With the weight of the world around my throat!

BURN!

Let the old me choke!

If I’m going down, I’ll go down with hope!

I’ve got nothing left—

But I’m not fucking broke!

Every mirror is a war I’m too tired to fight,

Every shadow looks like what I buried last night.

I’ve crawled through the wreckage, I’ve swallowed the blame,

But the fire in my chest still remembers my name.

The knot is tight, the edge is near,

But there’s something louder than the fear—

STAND!

At the end of the rope!

With the weight of the world around my throat!

BURN!

Let the old me choke!

If I’m going down, I’ll go down with hope!

I’ve got nothing left—

But I’m not fucking broke!

NO MORE!

Kneeling in the dirt!

NO MORE!

Begging for the hurt!

NO MORE!

Letting darkness decide!

I’ll tear this cage apart

From the fucking inside!

Maybe I’m shattered—

Maybe I’m scarred.

Maybe surviving

Was always this hard.

But beneath the ruin,

Beneath all the pain,

There’s still a pulse—

THERE’S STILL A FLAME!

STAND!

At the end of the rope!

Feel the ground disappear beneath my soul!

RISE!

From the ashes I know!

I’m not what broke me—

I’m what survived the blow!

I’ve got nothing left,

So I’ve got nothing to lose—

I’LL CUT MY WAY OUT

OF THIS FUCKING NOOSE!

The rope goes slack.

The night goes cold.

I’m still here.

I’m still here.