[Instrumental Intro — 4 bars] [Dark repetitive synth motif, sparse minor-key piano, deep sub pulse, distant distorted texture, filtered hi-hats slowly entering, no vocals] [Intro] [Whispered, low, detached — beat remains minimal] Too much pain... can change your brain. I hear 'em. I feel 'em. Turn around — ain't nobody there. [Short instrumental pause — 1 bar, 808 swell] [Chorus] [Low melodic baritone — hypnotic] Too much pain'll make you crazy, same cold mirror — swear that face ain't mine. Too much pain'll make you crazy, same damn eyes, but they don't look like me lately. Voices in the dark keep calling my name, night after night, yeah, it's always the same. Piece by piece, I'm fading away — too much pain'll make you crazy. [Verse 1] [Deep rhythmic melodic rap] Three in the morning, I'm wide awake, shadows on the wall and my hands still shake. Streetlight bleeding through half-closed shades, cutting up the room like a razor blade. Phone lights up, but I let that ring, wouldn't know where to start if I answered the thing. Look in the glass and the timing ain't right, I move real slow — he moves a beat behind. They said, "Give it time." Yeah, I gave it enough. Got good at looking okay when I'm fucked up. Smile outside like there's nothing to tell, get back home — can't lie to myself. Look in his eyes and I'm losing mine, same damn face but we're out of time. Don't know if pain got under my skin, or I disappeared and it settled within. [Pre-Chorus] [Tension rising] Don't turn on the light. Leave the whole room black. Every time I watch him — I feel him watching back. [Chorus] [Full sliding 808] Too much pain'll make you crazy, same cold mirror — swear that face ain't mine. Too much pain'll make you crazy, same damn eyes, but they don't look like me lately. Voices in the dark keep calling my name, night after night, yeah, it's always the same. Piece by piece, I'm fading away — too much pain'll make you crazy. [Post-Chorus] [Stripped — mantra-like] Who am I? Who is that? Close my eyes — he still comes back. Who am I? Who is that? One step forward — he don't step back. [Verse 2] [Faster pocket — controlled aggression] They say I changed, maybe they right, can't even tell who I was last night. Days go missing, memories skip, names get lost when reality slips. Clock says four-ten, last I checked it was three, there's a half-written message staring back at me. My name at the bottom — every letter looks right, but I don't remember writing one word tonight. There's mud on my shoes — I don't know where I've been, missed calls on my phone — don't remember a thing. Every little trace says I lived through the night, but there's nothing in my head from midnight to five. Back to the mirror, he's staring me down, no little smile, no making a sound. I raise my hand — he raises his late. I take one step — he stays in place. [Bridge] [Near silence — exposed low chest vocal] What if I'm not the one looking in? [Pause] What if I'm the one trapped behind the glass? [Final Chorus] [Heavy 808 — wider melodic hook] Too much pain'll make you crazy, same cold mirror — swear that face ain't mine. Too much pain'll make you crazy, same damn eyes, but they don't look like me lately. Voices in the dark keep calling my name, night after night, yeah, it's always the same. Piece by piece, I'm fading away — too much pain'll make you crazy. [Outro] [Beat cuts — dry close-mic whisper] Three in the morning. Same room. Same glass. I don't move. [Long pause] He laughs.
