Hollow Season (Collapse Version by extra_unbearable - Zona

Hollow Season (Collapse Version by extra_unbearable - Zona

Lyrics

**[Verse 1]**

The snow’s stacking on the windowsill,

like it’s daring me to move.

I’ve been pacing through the same four rooms

with nothing left to prove.

There’s a bottle on the counter

that’s been whispering my name—

and I hate the way it knows me,

but I drink it all the same.

**[Verse 2]**

The lights outside are flickering,

cheap plastic in the trees—

everyone pretending joy

comes easy as a wreath.

But my chest feels like November,

and my breath won’t catch its stride—

I keep waking up to mornings

I’m too tired to survive.

**[Pre-Chorus]**

And I’m done with quiet coping,

I am breaking at the seams—

I am choking on the ashes

of the year that killed my dreams—

**[Chorus]**

So fuck this hollow season,

and the weight of what I’ve lost.

Every promise, every lesson,

every line I couldn’t cross.

And if hope’s a fucking virtue,

I’ve been faithful, I’ve been blind—

but the cold keeps crawling closer,

and I’m falling

one day at a time.

**[Verse 3]**

There are bruises on my memory

from the things I didn’t say,

and the nights I spent pretending

it would all just fade away.

But the truth keeps getting louder

and my hands keep shaking worse—

I’ve been begging winter’s mercy

like I’m kneeling to a curse.

**[Bridge – explosive]**

And I swear I tried,

God, I fucking tried—

dragged myself through every failure,

every sleepless, haunted night.

But I’m bent under December,

I’m collapsing where I stand—

you can’t fight the storm forever

when it’s growing in your hands.

**[Breakdown]**

So go on, let the sky just fall—

I’m too tired to outrun it.

Let the cold reclaim the year—

I’m done trying to out-stun it.

Let the silence take the room—

I’ve carried all I can.

Let the snow bury my footsteps—

I don’t need a goddamn plan.

**[Final Chorus – bigger]**

So fuck this hollow season,

and the weight of being strong.

All the breakdowns I postponed,

all the prayers that came out wrong.

If tomorrow wants to find me,

it can dig me from the ice—

but tonight I’m done pretending

that survival

ever felt like life.

**[Outro]**

Yeah, the cold keeps crawling closer,

and I’m falling out of line—

but I swear I’ll rise from something,

just not

this time.