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Verse 1 (UK cadence, reflective storytelling)

I see you every mornin’, same chair, same light,

You hide it in a smile but your jaw feels tight.

The way you stir your coffee, the way your voice drops,

Like you’re fightin’ back the storm but the rain don’t stop.

You laugh with your friends, but it don’t sound true,

It’s a softer kind of broken only I see through.

And I don’t need to ask, don’t need the disguise,

I can read your whole story by the flicker in your eyes.

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Verse 2 (longer, semi-fast UK rhythm)

Your hands shake slightly when you’re holdin’ your pen,

Like the weight of the world’s gonna break again.

You say “I’m fine” but your tone runs flat,

And I hear all the pain in the space after that.

At work, at school, whatever place this is,

You walk through the halls like a ghost that lives.

People pass by, they don’t notice the strain,

But I’ve memorised the patterns of your quiet pain.

You ain’t gotta tell me, I already know,

I can feel the heavy footsteps everywhere you go.

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Verse 3 (deep empathy, almost whispered cadence)

When you bite your lip, when you glance away,

It’s the language of the heart that your words can’t say.

And I swear I’d take it if I only could,

All the shadows on your back that don’t treat you good.

But I just sit here, writin’ lines in a book,

Hopin’ one day you’ll see the time I took.

To understand the way your silence speaks,

The cracks in your voice when your strength runs weak.

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Outro (sad, tender)

So if you wonder why I watch, why I write, why I stay,

It’s ‘cause I see your battles in the smallest way.

And maybe you’ll never know, maybe that’s alright,

But I’ve been singin’ your story every single night.