The Wheel

[Verse 1] I feel the wheel, I feed the weight— It don’t ask, it calibrates. We break like glass, then call it fate— Same sharp edge, just reshaped. Your voice arrives before your face— Half a name and static grace. You glitch, I grab, you fade, I track— Each version bends, then snaps right back. [Chorus] Round again—don’t ask me why, Your name still fits, though time’s a lie. I touch the flame, I know the price— But every fall still feels precise. No edge, no end—just force and feel, We’re gravity beneath the wheel. You break, I bite, I hold, I slide— We burn, we crash, we realign. [Verse 2] You tilt, I spin—we miss, we hit, A loop wrapped tight in grit and spit. A thousand lives, the same two roles— You fill the cracks, I keep the holes. You spark like nerve, I flinch and stay— Forget, forgive, fall anyway. I see you even when you’re gone— In every song I’ve choked back wrong. [Chorus – Reprise] Round again—same pull, same spark, You light the fuse, I slip the mark. I brace, I break, I catch, I reel— Still caught beneath the turning wheel. [Bridge] No map, no win, just signs we fake— You’re ink I smear, a line I take. Not fate, not fair—but still, I choose— To lose you like I always do. The thread pulls tight, I drop the match— And love becomes a feedback scratch. [Final Chorus] Round we go—same arc, less grace, Your name still stuck inside this place. I spin, I swear, I stall, I slide— You flicker in, I fall inside. No end, no rule, no time to steal— Just skin and smoke beneath the wheel. We bend, we bite, we blur, we try— We loop, we burn, we still comply. [Outro – Loop Hook] I feel the wheel, I feed the weight… and still, I step toward our same fate.