1891 - Fear of living ( jangle pop )

[Intro – whispered] I get lost in thoughts I don’t speak, in a corner where everything is silent. Words break on my tongue, and the fear remains, like a breath. [Verse 1 – reflective] There are days when I can’t see the future, but I look at the sky, hoping for a sign. My mind drifts, following its path, but my heart is an endless labyrinth. [Chorus – melancholy, repeated] And if I stop, who am I really? If I look inside, what do I find? There’s a voice calling me, but I don’t answer, because I’m afraid of what I’ll find. [Verse 2 – deeper] Loneliness is something I wear, sometimes it’s a caress, sometimes a torment. Time slips through my fingers, and I no longer know if I want to follow it or stop it. [Chorus – repeated] And if I were to stop, who would I really be? If I looked inside myself, what would I find? There’s a voice calling me, but I don’t answer, because I’m afraid of what I might discover. mmmm mmmm mmmmmm la la laaaa la laaaaa laaaaaaaa ahhhhh [Outro – whispered, ethereal] But perhaps it’s just a matter of time, perhaps the truth is hidden in dreams. And if I look into my own eyes, what will I see? Perhaps just someone who’s afraid to live.