Walking On Maybe (DꖾS)

Cinematic Emo-Metalcore, Post-Hardcore, Dark Ambient

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#MixedSignals
#Breadcrumbing
#UnclearOnPurpose
#HalfPromises
#NoCommitment

© 2026 Sashariel | DIVIDED HORIZONS (www.divided-horizons.de)
DIVIDED HORIZONS (DꖾS) is a solo project by Sashariel.
Original songs are written and creatively directed by Sashariel,
with AI-assisted instrumentation and vocals used as creative tools.

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Album: PUPPETEERS, Track #2
Album Link: https://suno.com/playlist/f2bb256b-76b5-45ee-9e2a-ce0ebd16ec97
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[INTRO]
Stairs in every direction,
and none of them agree.
Not a yes.
Not a no
Just maybe.

[VERSE 1]
Stairways crossing without reason,
steps that end midair.
Landings built like questions
that never go anywhere.
We climb, we turn, we start again,
like circles count as roads.
A door left barely open,
and we treat it like it’s hope.

[PRE-CHORUS]
We don’t get a yes, we don’t get a no,
and we treat it like it’s hope.

[PRE-CHORUS]
We don’t get a yes, we don’t get a no,
just enough to stay.
A half-open door is still half-closed.
If it’s always maybe, it’s never yours.

[CHORUS]
Walking on maybe,
up stairways that turn back.
Walking on maybe,
through doors that never latch.
If it’s always maybe, it’s never yours.
(it’s never yours)
(it’s never yours)
Walking on maybe.

[VERSE 2]
Handrails pointing into nothing,
and we still hold on.
A path that feels like progress
until it proves us wrong.
They hint, they shift, they leave it vague,
and we’re the ones who build the map.
Like a coin that lands on its edge
and never tips to fact.
If you won’t name it, don’t ask me to wait.

[PRE-CHORUS]
We don’t get a yes, we don’t get a no,
just enough to stay.
A half-open door is still half-closed.
If it’s always maybe, it’s never yours.
If it’s always maybe, it’s never yours.

[BRIDGE]
There’s a kind of trap that never closes,
so you keep calling it a door.
There’s a kind of silence that feels harmless
until you notice what it’s for.
We lived on “almost” like it was mercy,
made peace with being unsure.
A half-open door is still half-closed.
If it’s always maybe, it’s never yours.

[BREAKDOWN]
Dead ends dressed as chances.
False exits, painted calm.
No more climbing for a sentence
that never becomes a line.
If you won’t name it, don’t ask me to wait.

[FINAL CHORUS]
Walking on maybe,
was never being kind.
Walking on maybe,
was losing years in disguise.
A half-open door is still half-closed.
If it’s always maybe, it’s never yours.
(it’s never yours)
If you won’t name it, don’t ask me to wait.
(don’t ask me to wait)

[OUTRO]
Not a yes.
Not a no.
Just maybe.
And we’re done staying here.

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#MixedSignals #Breadcrumbing #UnclearOnPurpose #HalfPromises #NoCommitment © 2026 Sashariel | DIVIDED HORIZONS (www.divided-horizons.de) DIVIDED HORIZONS (DꖾS) is a solo project by Sashariel. Original songs are written and creatively directed by Sashariel, with AI-assisted instrumentation and vocals used as creative tools. ************ Album: PUPPETEERS, Track #2 Album Link: https://suno.com/playlist/f2bb256b-76b5-45ee-9e2a-ce0ebd16ec97 ************ [INTRO] Stairs in every direction, and none of them agree. Not a yes. Not a no Just maybe. [VERSE 1] Stairways crossing without reason, steps that end midair. Landings built like questions that never go anywhere. We climb, we turn, we start again, like circles count as roads. A door left barely open, and we treat it like it’s hope. [PRE-CHORUS] We don’t get a yes, we don’t get a no, and we treat it like it’s hope. [PRE-CHORUS] We don’t get a yes, we don’t get a no, just enough to stay. A half-open door is still half-closed. If it’s always maybe, it’s never yours. [CHORUS] Walking on maybe, up stairways that turn back. Walking on maybe, through doors that never latch. If it’s always maybe, it’s never yours. (it’s never yours) (it’s never yours) Walking on maybe. [VERSE 2] Handrails pointing into nothing, and we still hold on. A path that feels like progress until it proves us wrong. They hint, they shift, they leave it vague, and we’re the ones who build the map. Like a coin that lands on its edge and never tips to fact. If you won’t name it, don’t ask me to wait. [PRE-CHORUS] We don’t get a yes, we don’t get a no, just enough to stay. A half-open door is still half-closed. If it’s always maybe, it’s never yours. If it’s always maybe, it’s never yours. [CHORUS] Walking on maybe, up stairways that turn back. Walking on maybe, through doors that never latch. If it’s always maybe, it’s never yours. (it’s never yours) (it’s never yours) (it’s never yours) Walking on maybe. [BRIDGE] There’s a kind of trap that never closes, so you keep calling it a door. There’s a kind of silence that feels harmless until you notice what it’s for. We lived on “almost” like it was mercy, made peace with being unsure. A half-open door is still half-closed. If it’s always maybe, it’s never yours. [BREAKDOWN] Dead ends dressed as chances. False exits, painted calm. No more climbing for a sentence that never becomes a line. If you won’t name it, don’t ask me to wait. [FINAL CHORUS] Walking on maybe, was never being kind. Walking on maybe, was losing years in disguise. A half-open door is still half-closed. If it’s always maybe, it’s never yours. (it’s never yours) If you won’t name it, don’t ask me to wait. (don’t ask me to wait) [OUTRO] Not a yes. Not a no. Just maybe. And we’re done staying here.

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