Verse 1 There’s a staircase in my head but it isn’t made of anything. No rail, no walls, no steps — just this turning feeling. I go up when I feel hopeful, like I can breathe again. I go down when the thoughts get loud and I can’t tell where I am. I keep thinking the top is real — like there’s a door somewhere. But every time I reach for it I’m back where I started, standing there. ⸻ Pre-Chorus It isn’t motion. It isn’t stillness. It’s just… the climb. ⸻ Chorus (simple, almost conversational hook) I keep going up and down on the same invisible stairs. I keep thinking I’m climbing — but I’m only moving air. And the whole time I’m circling a place I’ve been all along. ⸻ Verse 2 Sometimes I try to stop, just stand in the middle. But my mind keeps walking anyway — like it doesn’t get the signal. Hope pulls me up, fear drags me down. And I call that growth even when I’m going in rounds. ⸻ Bridge (very plain, very direct) I am not lost. I am not found. I am just turning on the same ground. ⸻ Final Chorus (quieter) I keep going up and down like that’s what change looks like. I keep calling it healing because it sounds better at night. If there is an exit somewhere, I don’t know how to find it — so I keep taking the same stairs and pretending I’m different.
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