The weight of Mind

Verse 1

It’s 3 AM and the walls are closing in I’m fighting a war underneath my skin There’s a heavy ghost sitting on my chest While the rest of the world is at rest My hands are steady but my mind is a blur Searching for a person that I once were But the fog is too thick tonight.

Verse 2

I walk through the day with a mask on tight Afraid of the truth and afraid of the light A puppet in a play, I’m just hitting the cues While I’m drowning in an ocean of silent blues They say "just breathe", like it’s easy to do When the air in the room feels like water to you And the shore is nowhere in sight.

Chorus

It’s the weight of the quiet, the fear of the dark Looking for a flame, but I’ve lost the spark It’s not that I’m broken, it’s not that I’m weak It’s just that the words are too heavy to speak We’re all hiding shadows we’re too scared to show Living in gardens where the flowers don’t grow.

Verse 3

I look in the mirror but the glass is cold A story of a man who is getting old Not in years, but in the things I’ve felt Looking at the cards that the world has dealt My phone starts to glow with a message or two I leave them on read, I don't know what to do The energy is gone, and the room is too wide.

Verse 4

All the "what ifs" are a deafening sound Keeping my feet firmly stuck to the ground Is there a way out or is this the end?

I’m tired of trying to just pretend That the "other maps" are where I should be When the only map I know is this cage inside me And it’s locking...

from the inside.

Bridge

Is anyone else feeling this hollow?

Is there a path that I’m supposed to follow?

Or are we just echoes in a vast, empty hall?

Waiting for someone to catch us...

before we fall.

Chorus

It’s the weight of the quiet, the fear of the dark Looking for a flame, but I’ve lost the spark It’s not that I’m broken, it’s not that I’m weak It’s just that the words are too heavy to speak We’re all hiding shadows we’re too scared to show Living in gardens where the flowers don’t grow.

Outro

I’m still here.

In the weight.

In the quiet.

Waiting for the morning.

Waiting for the morning.