I take one step forward, pushed six steps back, Tracing circles in the dust, losing track of the map. Every path I choose leads to the same dead end, Just a hollowed-out rhythm where the broken hearts mend. Born to hold the bottom, that’s the hand I’m dealt, Chasing shadows of a ghost, the sharpest pain I’v felt.
The clock’s ticking loud, but the room’s standing still, Swallowing the bitter taste of a jagged, iron pill. If the sky never clears, why look for the sun?
The race is already over before it’s even begun.
It’s a long way down, but I’m already here,
Fighting out the noise just to face my fears
Static screams, I’m drowning in the sound,
Heart skipping beats, face-first on the ground.
Every face a mask, a glitch in the frame,
Tired of the fight, sick of the pain.\"
The screen goes black, the signal dies,
Just the silence left behind,
Peace at last for a fractured mind.
The static hums a hollow tune,
A digital ghost in a vacant room.
Lines blur out where the shadows creep,
Cold, sharp stings that cut too deep.
My chest is hollow, a drum for the ache,
How much more can this fragile pulse take
\"Static screams, I’m drowning in the sound,
Heart skipping beats, face-first on the ground.
Every face a mask, a glitch in the frame,
Tired of the fight, sick of the pain.\"