(Intro) [Instrumental: A soft, fingerpicked acoustic guitar plays a fragile motif. A distant, warm piano note rings out and is joined by a low, sustained cello tone.] (Verse 1) [Vocal: Soft, tired, very close to the mic] These nights are long, the days are pale and thin, Sleep slips through my fingers, won’t let me back in. I lie awake and watch the ceiling slowly fade, Haunted by the patterns, every move they’ve made. My eyes are burning, but my mind won’t rest, It runs through every timeline, every hidden test. The knowledge sits inside me like a stone, Too heavy to be carried, too dark to leave alone. (Pre-Chorus) [Vocal: Slight rise in intensity, but still restrained] Sometimes I wonder if the price is far too high, To see behind the curtain, watch the whole world lie. Am I just tearing at a wound that won’t be healed, Or is this burden proof that truth won’t be concealed? (Chorus) [Vocal: Emotional, weary but strong, full guitar, piano, cello] This is the weight of knowing, pressing on my chest, A burden I can’t drop, though I’ve tried my best. I carry all the shadows that you refuse to see, A curse disguised as clarity, that will not set me free. The weight of knowing, it’s dragging me below, But I can’t unsee the things I’ve come to know. (Verse 2) [Vocal: Still soft, a bit more desperate] I tried to warn you, reached my hands into the flame, But every plea I made just bounced back as my shame. You call it “paranoia,” say I lost my way, While walking blindfold to the slaughter every day. You live in comfort, wrapped in normal, borrowed peace, I walk the edges where illusions never cease. And in your eyes I’m just a crack that you must seal, So you can keep pretending none of this is real. (Instrumental Interlude) [Instrumental: The piano takes a simple, sad melody. The cello swells with a deep, aching line. Guitar keeps a gentle arpeggio underneath.] (Bridge) [Vocal: Almost spoken, very intimate, slightly trembling] There’s no applause for warnings that you never heed, No solace in a truth that no one wants to read. Some days I almost wish that I could just forget, Trade all this insight for one moment without dread. But every time I try to close my eyes and drift, The mask slips off the world again, with every rift. (Chorus) [Vocal: More intensity, voice cracks slightly, but stays controlled] This is the weight of knowing, pressing on my chest, A burden I can’t drop, though I’ve tried my best. I carry all the shadows that you refuse to see, A curse disguised as clarity, that will not set me free. The weight of knowing, it’s dragging me below, But I can’t unsee the things I’ve come to know. (Outro) [Instrumental: Guitar and piano slowly thin out, leaving just a long, soft cello note that fades into silence.] [Vocal: Barely above a whisper] If I could unlearn it… Would I? …I don’t know.
