[Title]: Still Got Blood in My Fingernails --- [1. LYRICS] [Verse 1] I didn’t mean for it to end that way Sink full of dishes, note never made Woke up with salt on my tongue Gurney wheels humming like some fucked-up lullaby The doctor blinked like I was glass Didn’t ask why—just stitched and passed But I was screaming inside my bones How the hell am I still alone? [Chorus] I clawed my way back from a whisper Still got blood in my fingernails I don't got answers, just splinters And a voice that still sometimes fails But if you're out there Gripping the edge with your teeth You ain't weak for wanting peace— You're human for trying to breathe [Verse 2] She found me folded on the floor With a bottle and a loaded metaphor Didn’t say much, just held my wrist Checked my pulse like she meant it The shame hit louder than any bang Worse than sirens, worse than pain And in that silence I felt her forgive me Without a single damn word spoken [Chorus] I clawed my way back from a whisper Still got blood in my fingernails I don’t got answers, just splinters And a name I can barely spell But if you’re out there Begging God just to sleep You ain’t broken—you’re buried deep But you can still dig your way free [Bridge] This ain’t redemption, it’s survival Not a clean slate—just arrival But I got room beside this mess If you need to sit and catch your breath [Chorus] I clawed my way back from a whisper Still got blood in my fingernails There ain't a manual for this kind of winter Just footsteps left in broken trails If you’re out there Holding your scream You’re not alone You’re just me—before the bleed --- [2. SUMMARY] Chronological Storyline: The narrator recalls a suicide attempt that nearly succeeded—waking up in a hospital, dealing with shame, numbness, and emptiness. A woman (possibly a friend or EMT) helps him survive without judgment. Over time, he learns to speak again—not fluently, not perfectly—but honestly. He reaches out to others walking that same edge, offering them solidarity instead of answers. Characters and Setting: The narrator; a hospital room; a memory of a woman who intervened; now sitting somewhere quiet, talking directly to the listener. Mood/Sub-Genre Tags: Devastating but empathetic; sparse emotional spoken-word; confessional healing --- SunoAI Style Box [NEURAL MIX: Vocals > Bass Priority][MASTER: -14 LUFS // Transient Punch Preset] [VOCAL MIX: Consistent forward volume // NO drop on chorus] (Chest Voice Lead – strained, breathy) Finalization Note: Keep vocal volume exactly the same through chorus—no softening or fade. Chorus must hit just as hard as verses. Reject robotic tonality or filter artifacts. ---