[Verse 1 – warm guitar, steady step] You’re walking through the evening crowd, their faces blur, the noise is loud. A stranger frowns — you take it wrong, but they’ve just lived a different song. That glare you feared was aimed at you? They’re thinking bills and something due. We carry storms that pass right through — but none of them belong to you. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus – soft lift, hopeful tone] So breathe a little, let it slide, the world spins fast on every side. Not every look, not every cue, is half as personal as you. ⸻ [Chorus] 🎵 The world isn’t against you — they’re just stuck in their thread. Most people think of you one breath, then jump back into their own head. You’re not the reason, you’re not their fear — you’re just a someone passing through their sphere. 🎵 ⸻ [Verse 2 – stronger narrative, clean rhymes] You’re waiting on a sign at work, ’but everyone has pains that lurk. You think they’ve pushed you to the side — but they’re just fighting their own tide. A phone call missed, a mail unsent, you think it speaks of some intent. But most of life is simply this — a moment lost in busyness. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus – more lift] So let the doubts fall out of view, the world’s not coded against you. Not every silence hides a clue — most hearts are tired, just as you. ⸻ [Chorus – repeat same hook] 🎵 The world isn’t against you — they’re just stuck in their thread. Most people think of you one breath, then jump back into their own head. You’re not the reason, you’re not their fear — you’re just a someone passing through their sphere. 🎵 ⸻ [Bridge – poetic twist, tighter rhymes] I often think life keeps a score, but one kind smile unlocks the door. A stranger’s grin on a stressful day — and suddenly the storms give way. ⸻ [Final Chorus – same, sung bigger] 🎵 The world isn’t against you — they’re just stuck in their thread. Most people think of you one breath, then jump back into their own head. You’re not the reason, you’re not their fear — you’re just a someone passing through their sphere. 🎵 ⸻ [Outro – very soft, AABB rhyme] Relax your hands, release the strain, not every cloud predicts your rain. The world holds billions passing through — yet still makes room for one like you.
