Weight of the World

(Verse 1 — 4/4, sparse, uneasy)

The ceiling bends in quiet arcs

Paint flakes down like falling stars

Every line I thought was straight

Starts to curl at the edges

The floorboards hum beneath my feet

Like something learning how to speak

I hold my breath and count the cracks

Like they might answer back

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(Pre-Chorus — tightening)

And I keep telling myself

“It’s just the house, it always creaks…”

But the walls are leaning closer now

Like they’re listening to me

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(Chorus — lift, but darker weight)

I feel the weight of the world

When it all comes crashing down

Every quiet little fault

Turns into a sound

And I don’t know where to stand

When the ground won’t hold me now

I feel the weight of the world

When it all comes crashing down

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(Verse 2 — more abstract, more pressure)

There’s a map drawn in the dust

Of everywhere I lost my nerve

Fingerprints I tried to wipe

Still bloom in every corner

The mirrors bend what they reflect

Like truth is something you can stretch

And every step I try to take

Feels just a little borrowed

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(Pre-Chorus 2 — more urgency)

And I keep telling myself

“There’s still time to make this right…”

But time is dripping through the walls

And pooling out of sight

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(Chorus — same, but stronger delivery)

I feel the weight of the world

When it all comes crashing down

Every quiet little fault

Turns into a sound

And I don’t know where to stand

When the ground won’t hold me now

I feel the weight of the world

When it all comes crashing down

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(Bridge — 3/4 → 4/4, surreal shift)

(3/4)

The room exhales

The lights go thin

The door I closed

Lets something in

(shift 4/4)

No warning signs

No clean escape

Just pressure building

Without a shape

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(Final Chorus — resigned, not explosive)

I feel the weight of the world

When it all comes crashing down

Every word I buried deep

Circling around

And I don’t know where to stand

But I’m still here somehow

Feeling the weight of the world

As it all comes crashing down