Intro] [Verse] I came back breathing, but I’m not alive, Feels like I woke up inside someone else’s life, Feels like I woke up inside someone else’s life, Every street feels distant, every face a blur, Like I’m stuck in a dream I can’t return from, or endure. They say, “You’re safe now, it’s finally done,” But the war still beats in my chest like a drum, Every quiet second makes the noise grow loud, Every calm moment pulls the darkness further out. Pre-Chorus I walk these halls like a ghost in skin, Trying to escape what’s clawing within, The mirror shows a stranger’s eyes, Still stuck where the last man died. Chorus I came home, but I never left, I’m trapped in a world that don’t make sense, There’s a demon in my shattered mind, With its hands wrapped tight around my spine, It whispers fear, it breathes my pain, It calls my soul and says my name, I’m wide awake, but I can’t let go, ’Cause I’m still fighting a war I don’t show. Verse 2 Every dream bleeds into my day, Every memory won’t fade away, I hear their voices in empty rooms, Smell the smoke in a springtime bloom. Time moves on, but I stay the same, Still carrying fire, still wearing the flames, Trying to live in a world so bright, With a heart that’s locked in endless night. Pre-Chorus They don’t see the cracks in my calm disguise, Or the battlefield behind my blood stained eyes, They ask me why I fade away, for all those lost far away. Chorus I came home, but I never left, I’m trapped in a world that don’t make sense, There’s a demon in my shattered mind, With its hands wrapped tight around my spine, It whispers fear, it breathes my pain, It calls my soul and says my name, I’m wide awake, but I can’t let go, ’Cause I’m still fighting a war I don’t show. Bridge Some nights I’m lost between then and now, Between the silence and the sounds, I reach for peace, but I hit the flame, Like I’m meant to bleed, for all the shame. If there’s a way out, I can’t see the door, Just endless echoes of distant war, And every prayer I try to send Falls silent before it ever begins. Breakdown I’m not okay. But I still stand. In borrowed time, in borrowed land. Trying to hold what’s left of me, From slipping into the memory. Final Chorus I came home, but I never left, I’m carrying ghosts in my final breath, There’s a demon in my fractured soul, And it won’t release its choking hold, But somewhere deep in the dark I fight, For one small spark, one thread of light, Even shattered, even torn, I’m still here — I’m holding on. I came home from war, that will never be far.
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