Sunny Days, Stormy Nights

[Intro: Soul vocal ad-libs over catchy grit] (Ooooh... sunny days don't mean the pain (pain...) fades...) (Mmm... stormy nights... but I'll be your light...) [Verse 1: Male vocals - Dry hip-hop flow over minimal boom-bap] Alarm screams 6AM like it's got a vendetta Pills on the nightstand look like alphabet letters Doc said "Take the blue one when the thoughts get too loud" But what's the prescription when the whole world feels cloudy? I count my breaths like dollar bills - shallow and quick Canceled plans again, my guilt's on autopick "Just need space" - the lie I keep in rotation Truth is I'm scared of my own conversation (Soul vocal ad-libs over catchy grit: "Aaaaah... running from the mirror...") [Hook: Soul vocal ad-libs over catchy grit] (Sun tries to break through... but my skin's too thick...) (I play happy well... but the act is slick...) (You say "Just hold on"... but I'm slippin', dear...) (Some days the weight... won't disappear...) [Verse 2: Male vocals - Flow tightens, beat adds haunting strings] Therapist circles "self-compassion" in red Meanwhile I'm drafting my will in my head Not suicidal - just tired of being the strong one When every victory makes the next war come sooner Gym clothes still folded from last Sunday's intent Another week where "better" just meant Not crying in parking lots after work Small wins feel like survivor's guilt (Soul vocal ad-libs over catchy grit: "Mmmm... storms don't last...") [Hook: Soul vocal ad-libs over catchy grit] (Sun tries to break through... but my skin's too thick...) (I play happy well... but the act is slick...) (You say "Just hold on"... but I'm slippin', dear...) (Some days the weight... won't disappear...) [Verse 3: Male vocals - Raw spoken flow, beat drops to piano] Maybe healing ain't linear, maybe it's spiral Same battles but with slightly nicer rifles I bought plants to practice keeping something alive They're wilted now but so am I The barista knows my "fine" means "drowning" She leaves extra foam - small salvations counting Progress? Maybe just knowing today The storm's not me - it's just passing through (Soul vocal ad-libs over catchy grit: "Yeeaah... passing through...") [Outro: Soul vocal ad-libs over catchy grit] (Sunny days... stormy nights...) (Both can be true... both can be right...) (Ooooh... the weight... will change shape...) (But never... own you...) [Fade out]