[INSTRUMENTAL] [INTRO] [distorted electric guitar riff with palm muting, syncopated kick drum and snare hits] Patient identification confirmed. Primary diagnosis: Bitterness. Cause: Prolonged disappointment, unresolved grief, and repeated loss. Patient survived the initial trauma. Complications developed afterward. Symptoms include fixation on the past, compulsive comparison, and inability to experience joy. Bitterness is frequently mistaken for wisdom, strength, or self-protection. Clinical findings indicate otherwise. Commencing emotional autopsy. [MAIN RIFF] [full band enters, driving eighth-note hi-hats, overdriven bass doubling guitar riff] [staccato power chord accents] [VERSE 1] Nobody noticed when the anger went quiet No more shouting No fight left in me The bleeding stopped But I kept the wound open I learned how to function I never found peace I kept every failure Like I still owed all of me! Built my whole life Around everything that went wrong Spent so long looking backward I stopped moving on The worst came later I survived what they did But not what I did with it [PRE-CHORUS] I called it caution I called it strength I said I was healing I was feeding it instead [CHORUS] I became the grave I couldn’t climb out of Buried alive under everything I’d lost Held onto the damage long after it was done Made a life around the pain And hated what I’d become I survived the wound But I never let it end Anger burns out Bitterness sets in BITTERNESS ROTS FROM WITHIN [VERSE 2] I watched everybody move on While I stood still People I grew up with Built the lives they said they would I told myself they got lucky Because the truth hurt worse Their success wasn’t against me I was angry it wasn’t mine I stopped trusting happiness Waited for the catch Compliments sounded empty Kindness felt like a trap I locked every door myself Then blamed the world outside Called it self-protection Because that sounded better than spite [PRE-CHORUS] I called it caution I called it strength I said I was healing I was feeding it instead [CHORUS] I became the grave I couldn’t climb out of Buried alive under everything I’d lost Held onto the damage long after it was done Made a life around the pain And hated what I’d become I survived the wound But I never let it end Anger burns out Bitterness sets in BITTERNESS ROTS FROM WITHIN [BRIDGE] Updated diagnosis. Patient survived the initial trauma. Further deterioration resulted from prolonged attachment to the wound. [BREAKDOWN] I SURVIVED THE FALL! I SURVIVED THE LOSS! I COUNTED THE YEARS! I COUNTED THE COST! I CARRIED THAT SHIT UNTIL IT BECAME ME! I FED THE WOUND! TILL THE WOUND FED ON ME! [VERSE 3] The truth hit harder Than the hurt ever did The people I blamed Weren’t trapped here I was Life didn’t stop I did I kept calling it survival But I was scared to let it go Like healing meant it didn’t matter Like moving on meant they won So I stayed angry And kept paying for old wounds [FINAL CHORUS] I became the grave I couldn’t climb out of Buried alive under everything I’d lost But I’m still here And I’ve carried this long enough I can’t undo the damage Or get back what it cost But I can stop making myself Pay for what is already lost I survived the wound Now I’m letting it end I won’t let bitterness ROT ME FROM WITHIN [OUTRO] Final assessment. Patient remains scarred. Patient remains human. Recovery is possible. End of report.
