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[Intro β single fingerpicked guitar, room noise, breath audible] [soft crackle] (hushed) Some days I wake up tiredβ¦ before the morning even starts. Verse 1 β [closeβmic, fragile, almost whispering] I carry too much quietlyβ¦ the things I never say out loud. Trying to be the strong oneβ¦ even when Iβm breaking down. [tiny inhale] Life gets heavyβ¦ when youβre holding up the world alone. PreβChorus β [guitar softens, voice splinters at the edges] Iβve been trying not to fall apartβ¦ trying not to let it showβ¦ Chorus β [quiet devastation, not loud, just honest] (barely above a whisper) Life gets heavyβ¦ and I still try to lift it. Life gets heavyβ¦ and I still stand in the middle of it. Life gets heavyβ¦ but I donβt let goβ¦ I donβt let go. [guitar rings out, room hum] Verse 2 β [fingerpicking sparse, breaths audible] Some nights I sit in silenceβ¦ thinking βbout the things Iβve lost. The people I couldnβt saveβ¦ the pieces of myself it cost. (voice cracks slightly) But I keep movingβ¦ βcause stopping hurts worse than the weight. Bridge β [single notes, haunting, empty space between phrases] (soft, trembling) Iβm tiredβ¦ but Iβm tryingβ¦ Iβm hurtingβ¦ but Iβm fightingβ¦ [guitar string buzz, breath shakes] Final Chorus β [still quiet, but with a thread of resolve] Life gets heavyβ¦ and I still try to lift it. Life gets heavyβ¦ but Iβm still here in the middle of it. Life gets heavyβ¦ and somehow I knowβ¦ I wonβt let go. I wonβt let go. Outro β [guitar fades, fingers slip off strings, breath, silence] (whisper) Life gets heavyβ¦ but so do I. [final note decays into room noise]
