[Verse 1: Slow Fingerpicked Resonator Guitar, Sparse Fiddle, Close Raspy Male Vocal, Exhausted] My legs get heavier each morning, My hands don't feel as strong. I wake up sick before I'm standing, Like something's always wrong. Every movement takes an effort, Every step takes something too. I drag myself from room to room, Too worn to follow through. [Pre-Chorus: Resonator Sustains, Fiddle Slowly Rising, Restrained Emotional Build] I swear I used to have a fire. Couldn't wait to start again. Now the things that kept me going Feel like chores I have to finish. [Chorus: Passionate Raspy Vocal, Emotional Vocal Runs, Weeping Fiddle, Raw Dynamic Lift] I'm disintegrating. Piece by piece. Losing strength. Losing me. Things I used to love Feel like work. Nothing changed— I just hurt. I still want them. That's the truth. I just don't have The strength to move. [Verse 2: Stripped Resonator Guitar, Low Fiddle, Close Weary Vocal] A year ago I'd lose whole hours Making things that made me proud. I'd chase an idea just for fun And never want to put it down. Now I see another project, Another thing I meant to do. Something that once gave me energy Now drains what little's left to use. [Pre-Chorus: Fiddle Swelling, Vocal Intensity Rising] I don't think my interests vanished. They're still sitting where they've been. I just can't find the energy To reach for them again. [Chorus: Powerful Passionate Vocal, Extended Runs, Resonator Strumming Harder] I'm disintegrating. Piece by piece. Losing strength. Losing me. Things I used to love Feel like work. Nothing changed— I just hurt. I still want them. That's the truth. I just don't have The strength to move. [Bridge: Resonator Nearly Alone, Fiddle Answering Between Lines, Fragile Vocal] I don't need another hobby. I don't need another goal. I want the spark I had a year ago, When creating made me whole. I want to start because I want to, Not because I said I would. I want something fun to feel like fun, The way it fucking should. [Final Chorus: Raw Full-Voice Vocal, Passionate Runs, Soaring Mourning Fiddle] I'm disintegrating. Piece by piece. Body heavy. Running weak. Things I still enjoy Feel like work. I haven't lost them— I'm just burnt. They're still waiting. So am I. I just want the strength To fucking try. [Outro: Resonator Guitar Alone, Distant Fiddle, Exhausted Near-Whisper] The things haven't changed. I just don't feel like myself anymore.
