I used to think I’d be somebody they’d remember when I’m gone
Used to stare into the dark and swear I’d make it on my own
Had a fire in my chest, had a reason, had a plan
Now I’m staring at the ceiling trying to find that kid again
Where’d he go?
Was it one bad choice or a thousand little cuts?
Was it every time I said tomorrow while tomorrow never showed up?
Everybody talks about the crash, the burn, the final scene
Nobody talks about the years spent dying in between
This is the fall
Not the sound of hitting bottom, it’s the silence after all
It’s watching pieces of yourself disappear behind the wall
It’s hearing people say your name and not feel it anymore
This is the fall
And I swear I didn’t see it coming at all
I got scars nobody notices, battles nobody knows
Smiling through the conversations while my mind was letting go
Had friends I would’ve died for, now we’re strangers passing by
Got a phone full of old memories that feel like someone else’s life
And that pisses me off
Cause I gave my blood to people who forgot me in a week
Spent years carrying the weight while they were sleeping peacefully
Built my world around a future that never showed its face
Now I’m cleaning up the wreckage of a dream that couldn’t stay
Tell me, when did life get so damn cold?
When did young turn into old?
When did hope become survival?
When did passion lose control?
I remember nights that felt eternal
Laughing so hard we couldn’t breathe
Now the silence in this room is loud enough to bury me
This is the fall
Not a lightning strike from heaven, not a kingdom standing tall
Just another day of feeling like you’re nothing much at all
Looking in the mirror trying to find what’s left to save
This is the fall
And it happened little by little every day
Maybe that’s why it hurts so much
Cause there was no final warning
No goodbye
No dramatic ending
Just one day realizing the person you became is someone you don’t recognize
I wanna scream at every mistake I made
Every chance I let slip away
Every moment I traded for fear
Every year I wasted waiting for my life to start
I thought I’d have more time
More time to chase it
More time to fix it
More time to become the man I promised I’d be
Now the clock keeps moving and I can’t stop hearing it
If I could talk to the kid I used to be
The one with the fire in his eyes
The one who believed he could be anything
Would he still believe in me?
Or would he look at everything I became
Shake his head
Turn around
And leave?
This is the fall
The funeral of who you were without a grave at all
The weight of every dream you carried breaking through the floor
The sound of your own heartbeat begging you for something more
This is the fall
But if you’re hearing this
If you’re staring at your own reflection wondering where the years all went
If you’re angry
If you’re tired
If you’re grieving somebody who’s still alive inside your chest
Maybe we’re not gone yet
Maybe the fact it hurts this much means there’s still something left