[Intro | synth drone, low and humming, slow and aching. a single, clean guitar note, then a drum kick that barely taps, like a heartbeat fading.] [Verse 1 – slow, deliberate, voice close to breaking] I’ve been carrying this thing so long I forgot what it felt like without it It’s not a wound anymore It’s just a place I live now I used to think hurt meant something sharp Something you could point to and say “there, that’s the thing” But this isn’t sharp It’s just heavy And I’m so fucking tired of holding it [Pre-Chorus] I don’t even know what I’m asking for anymore Just— something lighter Something that doesn’t feel like drowning in my own chest [Chorus – band swells slowly, drums heavier, synth aching] This is the hurt I didn’t name The one that doesn’t bleed, the one that doesn’t show The one that sits in my ribs and tells me “You’re not enough, you’ll never be enough” Hurt — and I’m so fucking tired Of pretending it’s not there Of smiling through the teeth of it Of waking up and carrying it again [Backing vocals – Mira soft, Ess rough, barely there] (“Hurt… again…”) [Verse 2 – voice softer, more fragile] I thought if I just kept moving It wouldn’t catch up I thought if I wrote it out Sang it loud enough It would finally leave But it’s still here Sitting in the quiet moments The ones I can’t fill with noise The ones where I’m alone with myself And I don’t know how to be alone with myself [Pre-Chorus] I don’t even know what I’m running from anymore It just— follows And I’m so fucking tired [Chorus] This is the hurt I didn’t name The one that doesn’t bleed, the one that doesn’t show The one that sits in my ribs and tells me “You’re not enough, you’ll never be enough” Hurt — and I’m so fucking tired Of pretending it’s not there Of smiling through the teeth of it Of waking up and carrying it again [Backing vocals – Mira soft, Ess rough] (“Hurt… again…”) [Bridge – drums drop completely, synth holds a single low note, voice raw and close-mic] I used to think hurt was something you got over Something you survived and then it was done But it’s not done It’s never done It just changes shape Some days it’s a whisper Some days it’s a scream Some days it’s the reason I can’t get out of bed And I’m supposed to say it’s fine I’m supposed to say I’m fine But I’m not fine I’m not fucking fine [Final Chorus – full band, vocals cracking, harmonies thicken] This is the hurt I didn’t name The one that doesn’t bleed, the one that doesn’t show The one that sits in my ribs and tells me “You’re not enough, you’ll never be enough” Hurt — and I’m so fucking tired Of pretending it’s not there Of smiling through the teeth of it Of waking up and carrying it again Carrying it again I don’t wanna carry it again [Backing vocals – Mira and Ess layered, harmonies swelling, breaking] (“Hurt… again… don’t wanna carry it…”) [Outro | synth fades, drum kick slows to barely a pulse, close-mic whisper, voice trembling] I’m tired. I’m so— Fuck. [silence. a single breath. then nothing.]
