Same.Hurt.Different.Day by Rebel Seven 💚

[Intro]
same walls that observe.
same smell of burnt nerves.
We still stand there,
like god forgot to move us.
like god forgot us.

[Verse 1]
He speaks in verdicts, not in words.
his logic tastes like chloroform.
watches me split, watches me burn,
notes the angle, adjusts his storm.

I tried to leave in silence,
he stared like he's counting
how many pieces I can lose
before I start to confront him
before I stop resembling myself.
Like a forgotten book in a shelf
He doesn't raise his voice —
he just peels me.
layer by layer,
until I lose all of me

[Hook]
same hurt. different day.
Nothing changes
I scream just to hear me die.
same hurt. different day.
Nothing changes
he stays cold, I cry...
Cry....

[Verse 2]
Tried to outgrow him.
the cracks of his moral.
But he's patient, calculating.
waits till I call it “normal.”
I stopped arguing
at least for a bit —
not out of selfcontrol, 
from exhaustion, out of need .
he keeps his madness polished.
it fits him like religion.
in my personal hell
Feels like bloody fiction

He watches me shake
as if he invented gravity.
Talks about something like love
with the detachment of autopsy gloves.
while I drown in his evidence bag.
everything's painted in red 
simply never doubts himself,
just me and my feelings.
While I'm hoping for help.
he makes me do crazy shit

[Hook]
same hurt. different day.
Nothing changes
I scream just to hear me die.
same hurt. different day.
Nothing changes
he stays cold, I cry...

[Verse 3]
I burned every bridge
and he took pictures.
Turns on my switch
to keep the memory.
Every time he talks 
I hear the machinery.
gears made of guilt. 
smooth. relentless.
he collects my quiet moments,
presses them flat like insects
...in a glass.

Calls me „nothin“ out of habit.
Names are for people.
I’m repetition, worthless.
Only seen to be evil.
I don’t resist no longer
It would require identity.
He rewrites my memories 
Says I look better dead.
Says I’m lucky to be kept.
I’m not a person, I’m context.
he’s still capable of control.
To him I'm nothing at all 
Makes me watch. 
Calls it therapy of falls.

[hook]
same hurt. different day.
Nothing changes
Nothing changes. 
Nothing

[Bridge]
we don’t stop this curse,
we love the damage.
flip the remorse
until it reflects....

I stopped bleeding,
not from healing —
from running out.
From falling down. 
he touches me,
and I remember
being human....
that’s the cruelest part ever

[hook]
same hurt. different day.
Nothing changes
Nothing changes. 
Nothing

[Verse 4]
can't stand his hurting anymore.
The body reacts, my mind logs it.
Pain has become a language
I understand but can’t speak.
The soul left years ago.
My hands start acting
before I know.. why.
something hits the floor,
shatters like my own goodbye.
He doesn’t move.
He calls it proof.

Says: "See? You’re broken
Wrong, mad, a mistake." 
Every breath I take
is an objection he sustains.
He keeps my past on a leash.
Lets it bite to hit right.
I’m the psycho
that still has to apologize.
Every look from him
reopens the file.
He never listens
he only watches me cry.

[Final Hook]
same hurt. different day.
Nothing changes
diggin for proof I really mattered.
same hurt. different day.
Nothing changes
hiding in these same old fractures.

same hurt. different day.
Nothing changes
it's more than being consumed.
same hurt. different day.
nothing changes 
but the shape of the wound.....

Nothing changes...
[fade out]

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[Intro] same walls that observe. same smell of burnt nerves. We still stand there, like god forgot to move us. like god forgot us. [Verse 1] He speaks in verdicts, not in words. his logic tastes like chloroform. watches me split, watches me burn, notes the angle, adjusts his storm. I tried to leave in silence, he stared like he's counting how many pieces I can lose before I start to confront him before I stop resembling myself. Like a forgotten book in a shelf He doesn't raise his voice — he just peels me. layer by layer, until I lose all of me [Hook] same hurt. different day. Nothing changes I scream just to hear me die. same hurt. different day. Nothing changes he stays cold, I cry... Cry.... [Verse 2] Tried to outgrow him. the cracks of his moral. But he's patient, calculating. waits till I call it “normal.” I stopped arguing at least for a bit — not out of selfcontrol, from exhaustion, out of need . he keeps his madness polished. it fits him like religion. in my personal hell Feels like bloody fiction He watches me shake as if he invented gravity. Talks about something like love with the detachment of autopsy gloves. while I drown in his evidence bag. everything's painted in red simply never doubts himself, just me and my feelings. While I'm hoping for help. he makes me do crazy shit [Hook] same hurt. different day. Nothing changes I scream just to hear me die. same hurt. different day. Nothing changes he stays cold, I cry... [Verse 3] I burned every bridge and he took pictures. Turns on my switch to keep the memory. Every time he talks I hear the machinery. gears made of guilt. smooth. relentless. he collects my quiet moments, presses them flat like insects ...in a glass. Calls me „nothin“ out of habit. Names are for people. I’m repetition, worthless. Only seen to be evil. I don’t resist no longer It would require identity. He rewrites my memories Says I look better dead. Says I’m lucky to be kept. I’m not a person, I’m context. he’s still capable of control. To him I'm nothing at all Makes me watch. Calls it therapy of falls. [hook] same hurt. different day. Nothing changes Nothing changes. Nothing [Bridge] we don’t stop this curse, we love the damage. flip the remorse until it reflects.... I stopped bleeding, not from healing — from running out. From falling down. he touches me, and I remember being human.... that’s the cruelest part ever [hook] same hurt. different day. Nothing changes Nothing changes. Nothing [Verse 4] can't stand his hurting anymore. The body reacts, my mind logs it. Pain has become a language I understand but can’t speak. The soul left years ago. My hands start acting before I know.. why. something hits the floor, shatters like my own goodbye. He doesn’t move. He calls it proof. Says: "See? You’re broken Wrong, mad, a mistake." Every breath I take is an objection he sustains. He keeps my past on a leash. Lets it bite to hit right. I’m the psycho that still has to apologize. Every look from him reopens the file. He never listens he only watches me cry. [Final Hook] same hurt. different day. Nothing changes diggin for proof I really mattered. same hurt. different day. Nothing changes hiding in these same old fractures. same hurt. different day. Nothing changes it's more than being consumed. same hurt. different day. nothing changes but the shape of the wound..... Nothing changes... [fade out]

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