[Intro - hushed melodic vocal, clean guitar, distant feedback] Pain... agony... suffering. How can something I can't touch hurt worse than every broken bone? They say a heart can shatter into pieces. I hold my hands against my chest, just to feel my heart still beating. And I keep them there... Waiting for my chest to rise again, just to know I'm still breathing. There's air inside this room, but somehow it's never enough... Like even my lungs are grieving. [Verse 1 - fragile clean singing, soft rasp; drums enter] I never knew that heartbreak could feel this much like dying. How can something torn to pieces keep on beating while I'm crying? I feel the cracks beneath my ribs, I hear the silence getting loud. And every time I catch my breath, the grief comes pouring out. [Pre-Chorus - rising clean vocals, tension builds] Is pain all I'll ever feel? Is pain all I deserve? Or have I lived with it so long I've forgotten life without the hurt? [Chorus - soaring clean vocals, heavy distorted guitars] Maybe pain is where I feel at home, maybe fear's the only place I've known. Long before grief came knocking, fear already had a key. It learned the shape of every room and made its home in me. I don't know if I belong here, or if I've just been here too long. Maybe it's not where I belong... just what I've learned to call home. [Verse 2 - driving drums, urgent gritty clean vocals] I spent years afraid of nothing— nothing I could name or see. Four years taking pills for panic, still my body shook with fear. No footsteps in the hallway, no danger at the door. My heart would race like something chased me across an empty floor. Nothing. Nothing at all. Just a body braced for impact when nothing came at all. And after living there so long, I knew each shadow by its shape. It wasn't that I loved the fear— I'd just forgotten how to feel safe. [Verse 3 - instruments soften; intimate clean singing, gradual swell] I spent my whole life wishing someone would understand my fear, how you can shake inside your own skin when there's nothing even there. Then I read the words you wrote and recognized the ache. For a moment, I wasn't alone; then the comfort turned to shame. Because I know how terror feels. I know what it can do. I'd never wish those nights on anyone— least of all on you. I spent my whole life wishing someone knew what I'd been through. And the moment I realized you did... I wished that someone wasn't you. [Bridge - strained melodic belting; heavy guitars build] I know what it's like to tremble when there's nothing there to fear, to drown without a drop of water, to scream where no one hears. My fear came without a face, without an enemy to see. But I can hear yours in your words and know the part that came from me. Fear made a home inside me long before grief came knocking. I knew each room, each crooked wall, each night I spent there shaking. I spent my whole life looking for a doorway I could reach. Then I heard your voice inside those walls, so close, beyond my reach. I thought I'd found the one person who understood what I'd been through. I spent my whole life trying to leave that house... [Clear pitched scream, intelligible words] and somehow I helped make it home for you. [Breakdown - sudden silence, fragile whisper, clean guitar] I thought the worst thing was being trapped inside that house alone. Until I heard you through the walls... and realized I helped build those walls around you. [Final Verse - raw clean melody, gradual heavy build, long pauses] So I'll wear my pain like armor. And I'll carry grief like a shield. But the pain that I have put you through... Will be the weapon that I wield. Not against you. Against the lies... I've used to hide... From what is real. I'll break down the compounds... Of my reality. And come to grips... With my true insanity. [Soft clean vocals; piano and guitar] How did I become somebody... I once swore I'd never be? Can I face the man I've made... Without turning from what I see? I don't know if I'll ever be enough... But maybe... That's the wrong question. Maybe pain and fear were destined... But the hurt I've caused... [Raw clean belt, voice cracking] Is mine to face. [Final Chorus - soaring clean vocals, heavy guitars, screamed accents] Maybe pain is where I feel at home, maybe fear's the only place I've known. Long before grief came knocking, fear already had a key. I spent so long inside those walls I thought they belonged to me. [Gritty sung-shout, clear words] But is this where I belong... or just where I've been too long? [Outro - broken near-whisper, clean guitar fades] Is pain all I'll ever feel? Is pain all I deserve? I don't know if I'll ever be enough... but maybe that shouldn't be my question. Maybe fear was never meant to be my home. Maybe it was just the place... I never learned to leave.
