pressing down on me. the ones no one else can Some nights I feel the sky… pressing down on me. the ones no one else can see. Promises I made in the dark, and the weight of who I’m supposed to be. I never asked to be the strong one… but someone had to stand upright. I am Atlas in the quiet, holding up a sky that isn’t mine. Every star a memory, every breath a borrowed time. I am Atlas in the quiet, with the world against my spine. And I keep standing… even when it hurts to rise. There’s a cold that settles in my bones when the night gets heavy like this. The kind that makes you wonder what you’ve lost for what you’ve missed. Constellations press like burdens, names I carry without sound. I lift them ’cause I care too much to ever set them down. Pre‑Chorus — [soft, trembling] I’m tired of being unbroken… but I still brace for the weight each time. Chorus — [same melody, deeper emotional pull] I am Atlas in the quiet, holding up a sky that isn’t mine. Every star a memory, every breath a borrowed time. I am Atlas in the quiet, with the world against my spine. And I keep standing… even when it hurts to rise. If I let go… would the sky fall? If I stepped back… would anyone notice at all? (breath) But I steady my hands… and lift again. I am Atlas in the quiet, and the night leans hard on me. But I won’t let the heavens shatter, I won’t drop what others need. holding up a sky that isn’t mine. Every star a memory, every breath a borrowed time. I am Atlas in the quiet, with the world against my spine. And I keep standing… even when it hurts to rise. Some weights aren’t chosen… but they’re mine.
