[Intro – whispered]
Yeah… the night hasn’t let me breathe in days.
Shadows follow like they own my name.
Every heartbeat tightens, every breath runs thin…
It’s not getting better—
and I don’t expect it to.
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[Verse 1 – hollow, sinking]
I’ve carried storms under skin too tight,
Walked through days that never felt like light.
Pain on my spine, weight on my chest,
Heart like a warzone, never at rest.
I fake the smile while dragging chains,
Painting over cracks that leak with pain.
Stitched together with doubt and fear,
A ghost in the mirror that disappears.
Every road I take feels wrong,
Every breath barely holding on.
They say “you’ll heal,”
but the truth is clear—
some wounds stay open year after year.
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[Pre-Hook – heavier]
Holding on, but the grip feels thin,
Dark thoughts tapping, wanting in.
Nothing left to promise, nothing left to say—
just the slow collapse that won’t go away.
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[Hook – hopeless]
I’m breaking, shaking, drowning in my skin,
Trying not to fall where the shadows begin.
The fire burns low, but the hurt runs deep,
Tears hit harder when I can’t sleep.
I scream in silence, but nothing’s said—
Just echoes hitting like a blaster to the head.
Not real, not harm — just the storm instead,
But storms don’t stop once the sky turns red.
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[Verse 2 – no light]
I walk like a ghost with a heartbeat cracked,
Carrying moments that won’t come back.
People see strength but never the truth—
The shaking hands, the fractured youth.
Climbing cliffs with no foothold,
Fighting nights that feel too cold.
Every time I think I’m fine,
Another shadow crosses the line.
Hope feels thin like a paper wall,
And every flaw just waits to fall.
Pain’s a language only I speak,
And it gets louder every week.
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[Bridge – descent]
Near the edge of thoughts I’ve tried to outrun,
Where the dark talks loud and the heartbeat stuns.
A ledge in my mind hums low like a hymn,
jumping made memories carved with a grin.
Echoes hit sharp like storms I dread—
A gun to the head, but it’s all in my head.
Not a fall, not harm — just emotions spread,
But the vision grows darker than the words I’ve said.
There’s no “back from this,”
just the drag of dread.
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[Final Hook – defeated]
Breaking, shaking, drowning in my skin,
Trying not to fade where nights begin.
The fire burns low, and I lose the fight,
No hope in the dark, no sign of light.
Tears hit hard like a gun burst,
And every day feels worse than the first.
The storm inside me isn’t done yet—
It just tightens its grip…
while I try to forget.
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