[Verse 1] In the quiet of the night my thoughts won't still, wondering if the pain is worth the will. I've been slipping under, searching for a sign, and something in the dark keeps beckoning me to the line. There's a chill that doesn't come from any open door, a presence at the edges I can't quite ignore. Like something found me first before I found it too — a whisper with a purpose, and it knows what I've been through. [Pre-Chorus] It curls around me softly, pulling me in near, "Come find us in the silence, leave behind your fear." It makes it sound like rest, like laying down to sleep — but something in me falters at the edge of that leap. [Chorus] I'm not ready to fade away, barely holding on to another day. The shadows call, but I'm still here — I don't know why, but I refuse to disappear. [Brief Interlude] [Verse 2] I pushed the thoughts away, tried locking out the cries, but they followed me to darker corners in disguise. Found a place where people gather, plan, and share, calling it a mercy, calling it a prayer. And woven through the pages, something else was there — a link that kept appearing, like it knew I'd stop and stare. Others said they'd seen it, said it showed them something true — no one said what. No one had to. Somehow I already knew. [Pre-Chorus] They say there's comfort when you don't face it alone, each message pulling harder, every seed already sown. "Something's waiting, can you feel it getting near?" The link is there again — and this time, I don't look away from fear. [Chorus] I'm not ready to fade away, barely holding on to another day. The shadows call, but I'm still here — I don't know why, but I refuse to disappear. I'm not ready to slip away, caught in the grip of a haunting sway. The whispers twist and pull me tight — but something makes me reach for fading light. [Instrumental Interlude] [Bridge] I click the link. The screen goes still. A cold I've never felt begins to fill. And then a photograph — I know that face. I know that room. I know that place. It's me. It's me. And I am gone. The timestamp reads just a few hours on. Cold and still, and finally done — and suddenly I know I want to run. Not there. Not yet. Not like this. There's something I'd be leaving that I'd miss — I can't name it, can't place it right, but I'm not ready to go quiet into that night. [Chorus] I'm not ready to fade away, barely holding on to another day. The shadows call, but I'm still here — I don't know why, but I refuse to disappear. I'm not ready to slip away, caught in the grip of a haunting sway. The whispers twist and pull me tight — but something makes me reach for fading light. [Outro] So I'll fight the whispers, push through the pain, but I know they'll come back, calling my name. With every heartbeat the darkness sways, quietly waiting in the corners of my days.
