> Cold world, no light, just pain in disguise,
Got death on my breath and truth in my eyes.
Every step I take feels carved in stone,
Surrounded by voices, but I walk alone.
> I don’t sleep, I just stare through the cracks in the ceiling,
Got a war in my chest that’s numbin’ my feelin’.
These meds don’t hit, and the prayers fall flat,
I talk to God, but He don’t talk back.
I got scars on my soul and smoke in my lungs,
Regret on repeat and a mouth full of tongues.
I said “I’m fine” when I needed a rope,
Smiled through the pain just to help them cope.
I cut people off just to keep ‘em safe,
'Cause I don’t wanna bleed on the ones I raise.
Depression’s a cage, and I built these bars,
Anxiety’s a voice that speaks in scars.
But I still get up, even when I fall,
Been buried alive, but I crawl through it all.
Ain’t no light here, just ash and rain,
But I spit in the face of that motherfuckin’ pain.
> I’m hangin’ by a thread, but I won’t let go,
Screamin’ in the dark where the silence grows.
Numb in my veins, but my will still shows,
Death on my heels, but I move real slow.
Got nothin' to lose, but I still won't break,
Built in the fire, yeah, I bend, but don’t fake.
The reaper’s close, but I told him no—
I’m scarred, I’m low, but I won’t let go.
> I seen hell, it ain’t flames—it’s quiet,
It's your own damn mind turnin’ into a riot.
It's trustin' folks who switch real quick,
Smilin’ in your face while they sharpen a stick.
It’s tryna stay clean with a dirty past,
And buildin’ somethin’ real that was never meant to last.
I don’t cry, I just burn from within,
And pray my daughter don’t see the places I’ve been.
I buried friends, I’ve been close to the grave,
But I still spit life like a man enslaved.
I walk with ghosts that sleep in my bed,
And dreams that haunt the back of my head.
Ain’t no rest for a soul like mine,
But I’m still writin’ bars when I should’ve flatlined.
They said I’d be nothin', I proved 'em wrong slow,
I’m breathin’ in smoke, but I won’t let go.
> I’m hangin’ by a thread, but I won’t let go,
Screamin’ in the dark where the silence grows.
Numb in my veins, but my will still shows,
Death on my heels, but I move real slow.
Got nothin' to lose, but I still won't break,
Built in the fire, yeah, I bend, but don’t fake.
The reaper’s close, but I told him no—
I’m scarred, I’m low, but I won’t let go.
> I’m tired of the pain, tired of the lies,
Tired of pretendin’ I’m okay inside.
But this war ain’t over till I say it’s done,
And I’m still breathin’, so I guess I won.
I carry my sins like a badge I wear,
But they’ll never define how the fuck I care.
One more night, one more fight,
I’m still here… still holdin’ tight.
> I’m hangin’ by a thread, but I won’t let go,
