Verse 1 She sits alone inside her apartment, with the curtains closed. The room is quiet. Too quiet. She whispers to herself, "Don't give up." Again. "Just keep going." "Just one more day." But the words don't sound like hers anymore. Verse 2 Her tears fall silently. She doesn't even wipe them away. Her head starts spinning. The walls begin to move. She reaches for the table, trying to hold herself together. But her hands are shaking. She whispers, "Please..." And nobody answers. Pre-Chorus She tries to stand. She really tries. One hand against the wall. One trembling breath. But her legs give in. And she falls onto the cold floor. Chorus It's over. It's over. Over, over, over. That's what her mind keeps saying while she's lying on the floor. She tells herself, "Get up." But she can't. "Don't give up." But she can't believe it anymore. She's so tired of fighting a war nobody can see. Verse 3 She tries to move her body. Just a little. Her fingers reach for the couch. She pulls herself forward. But she's too weak. Her tears disappear into the sleeve of her sweater. And she starts crying harder, still trying not to make a sound. As if someone might hear her. As if someone might come. Bridge "I tried." She says it to the empty room. "God, I tried." Her voice breaks. "I kept telling myself I could make it through." A long silence. "But I don't know how anymore." Chorus It's over. It's over. Over, over, over. The words keep echoing inside her head. She wanted to be stronger. She wanted to stay. She just doesn't know how to carry herself anymore. So she lies there crying, too exhausted to pretend. Too exhausted to say she's okay. Final Chorus It's over. Over, over, over. Not the world. Not tomorrow. Just this moment. Just this unbearable moment that she can't survive alone. She closes her eyes and whispers through her tears, "I can't do this by myself." And for the first time, the words aren't an ending. They're the truth she was too afraid to say. Outro The apartment stays silent. Her breathing is uneven. Her cheeks are wet. She lies on the floor beneath the dim light. And somewhere inside her head the same words keep repeating— "It's over." "It's over." "It's over..." But this time, beneath all that darkness, there is another thought she can barely hear: "I need someone." (I'ts over, mhm)
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