8. ∴whyte || seven shards [scared] [shard theory]

[Intro] [fingerpicked acoustic guitar riff in G minor] [Verse] I got at least seven shards up inside my head — at large Some been spitting bars Others sit and spend my debit card One's a voice that shakes when it speaks One's the silence that hides in the weeks He built a religion out of not sleeping Counting the cracks in the ceiling One rehearses what to say in case anyone ever asks One keeps a list of all the times he almost collapsed One just waits for the other shoe One already knows it's coming through And me? I'm the one who saw what looked back and still can't unsee it [Chorus] I don't split — I exist But existing feels like a threat No collapse, no myth just pressure I haven't met yet [Outro] Seven selves who all remember the source One of them is still in the mirror One of them is still in the mirror