[Intro | 0:00–0:12 | spoken, close-mic, dry, intimate] Nine billion voices Same damn problem Different kitchen tables [Instrumental Cue | low pulse, muted kick, subtle texture] [Verse 1 | 0:12–0:38 | restrained, conversational delivery] Every day’s a little leak Pocket change turning into weeks Bills paid, lights still on But somehow I’m the one gone It’s never loud, it’s never mean (half-breath before lines) Just “can you help?” and “what do you need?” I say yes before I think Another promise down the sink [Pre-Chorus | 0:38–0:50 | tension rise, drums tighten, no melody swell] They say family comes first (short pause) Nobody asks what it costs [Chorus | 0:50–1:15 | grounded, chant-adjacent, restrained power] Why me? Why’s it always on my back? Why me? When I never learned to crack Same house, same blood, same story Same hands holding all the worry If this is love, tell me why It feels like I’m the last one alive [Instrumental Break | 1:15–1:25 | groove holds, no release] [Verse 2 | 1:25–1:50 | slightly firmer delivery, still controlled] It’s not greed, it’s not pride It’s just keeping peace alive Pot on the stove, beer in the bag Buying time I never had They say “it’s just one more day” (beat drops slightly) Funny how they all look the same I don’t need much, just some air But even that feels unfair [Pre-Chorus 2 | 1:50–2:02 | instruments thin, tension focused] They call it strength when you don’t bend They don’t see where it ends [Chorus | 2:02–2:27 | fuller instrumentation, still no melodrama] Why me? Why’s it always on my back? Why me? When I never learned to crack Same house, same blood, same story Same hands holding all the worry If this is love, tell me why It feels like I’m the last one alive [Bridge | 2:27–2:50 | stripped, half-time, minimal percussion] Maybe I’m not chosen Maybe I just stayed While everyone else learned How to walk away [Final Chorus | 2:50–3:15 | widest moment, chant-ready, restrained grit] Why me? Or maybe it’s not just me Maybe we’re everywhere Just quiet, unseen Nine billion hearts, same pressure point Same damn hope we don’t get destroyed If you feel this, you’re not alone We’re just the ones who never go [Outro | 3:15–3:30 | spoken, fade, minimal texture] Still here Still holding Still asking Why me
