[Verse 1] You don't break all at once. That's the trick. That's the lie. It's one little habit every night. One little reason not to try. One more call you shouldn't make. One more hour you shouldn't stay. Nothing dramatic. Nothing loud. Just another piece worn away. [Pre-Chorus] Slow damage. Soft hands. Nobody notices until they can. [Chorus] Slow damage. Under the skin. Quiet enough to let it in. Slow damage. No alarm. Nothing looks wrong while it's doing the harm. Slow damage. Day by day. You wake up different and can't say when you changed. [Verse 2] Streetlight through the curtains. Glass sweating by the bed. Every promise sounds convincing when you're tired in the head. You tell yourself it's temporary. You tell yourself you're still in control. But repetition has a patience stronger than the soul. [Pre-Chorus] Slow damage. Soft hands. Nobody notices until they can. [Chorus] Slow damage. Under the skin. Quiet enough to let it in. Slow damage. No alarm. Nothing looks wrong while it's doing the harm. Slow damage. Day by day. You wake up different and can't say when you changed. [Bridge] Maybe the worst things don't arrive screaming. Maybe they sit down beside you and wait. Maybe they learn your routines. Your excuses. Your favourite time of day. Maybe by the time you recognise them— they already know your name. [Final Chorus] Slow damage. Under the skin. Quiet enough to let it in. Slow damage. No alarm. Nothing looks wrong while it's doing the harm. Slow damage. Day by day. You wake up different and finally know when you changed. [Final Refrain] Slow damage. Slow hands. Slow damage. Now I understand. Still here.
