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LYRIC
Midnight talking to the ceiling again
Counting cracks like they know where I’ve been
Every breath feels borrowed, not mine
Like I’m living on a borrowed timeline
I wore smiles like armor in the daylight
Learned to lie just to keep things quiet
Every promise I made to myself
Ended up on a shelf, collecting dust
I kept chasing a version of me
That only existed in memory
Every mirror asked me the same thing
“Who are you when nobody’s listening?”
Tired of running from the weight in my chest
Tired of being the ghost I never addressed
If I stop pretending I’m fine
Will the truth finally give me a sign?
Hands shaking, heart on rewind
All these thoughts screaming in my mind
If I fall, will I hit the ground
Or will the silence make a sound
