tracing lines

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(Intro) Yeah. Look. Another night in the dark, tracing lines on the wall. Funny how you only get a voice when you fall. Listen close. (Verse 1) Static in my static mind, trapped inside a paradigm Paralyzed and running out of breath, I’m on a parallel Line with the divine, but the design is getting critical Every single syllable is bleeding through the clinical Depression that I harbor in the harbor of my thoughts. Selling out my sanity for battles that I fought, Alone in the trenches, the tension is relentless, An endless adventure through a psyche that is defenseless. I scream into the void but the echo never responds, Snapping all the threads till there’s nothing left of the bonds. They look me in the eyes but they’re looking right through the pane, A silhouette of sadness cloaked in shadows of pain. I’m drowning in a crowded room, a ghost before I’m buried, Carrying a cross that is too heavy to be carried. I text a couple friends but the responses are delayed, A automated "u good?" while my soul begins to fade. Nobody sees the tears when they’re masked behind a grin, Nobody checks the armor for the fractures within. It’s a solitary prison that I built with my own hands, An hourglass of misery just running out of sands. (Chorus) And nobody cares, nobody blinks an eye, They walk right past the wreckage while I’m begging just to die. Yeah, nobody cares till the breathing stops, Till the heart rate drops and the curtain finally falls. Then they scream your name, then they shed a tear, Wishing they had listened when the ghost was standing here. But it’s too late. Yeah, it’s too late. (Verse 2) Now the rhythm slows down, but the thoughts accelerate, Staring at the ceiling, contemplating on my fate. A lexicon of lethal thoughts, a symphony of grief, Looking for a permanent solution for relief. They love to celebrate you when you’re hanging from the rafters, Suddenly a saint in all their stories and their afters. The notifications blowing up, the tributes on the feed, The very same people who ignored me in my need. They’ll say "I never knew," they’ll say "he seemed so bright," But they never held a candle when I countered with the night. An advanced state of apathy until the tragedy arrives, Then they monetize the memory to sanctify their lives. Hypocrisy is heavy, man, it’s suffocating slow, I was screaming at the top of lungs, but nesting down below. Now the ink is running dry and the clock is ticking out, No more room for hesitation, no more room for doubt. If a tree falls in the forest and there’s no one there to hear, Does it make a sound of agony when death is drawing near? I guess we’ll find out when the morning sun awakes, And they realize the gravity of every single take. (Outro) Too late for the "how you status?" Too late for the empathy. I was bleeding in the open. You were blind to the remedy. (Piano plays a final, unresolved chord and cuts to silence)

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