(Verse 1 — The First Doctor) Ten minutes and five hundred rupees A smile that never reached his eyes "You are fine, it's only stress" "Exercise more, you'll be alright" I tried to tell him about my bones The fog, the crashes, the burning nerves He said, "It's all inside your mind" And handed me a bill to serve (Acoustic guitar. Upright bass. Female hum underneath.) (Verse 2 — The System) Then another doctor, then another Neurologist, shrink, and rheumatologist too Each one ran the same old tests Each one said, "There's nothing wrong with you" One said my brain was shrinking One said take an aspirin for the pain One just smiled and said, "You're young" And asked me why I came again (Cello enters. Brushed drums.) (Chorus — The Wall) The system wasn't built for me Five minutes and a queue of fifty The easiest answer is the one they give "It's in your mind, just try to live" But my body kept the score And my body knew the truth I stopped knocking on the same closed door And I started looking for my own proof (Full band. Pump organ. Female hum rises.) (Verse 3 — The Turning) I stopped paying premium men To tell me I was fine I started reading research papers I started drawing my own line Neuroinflammation, mitochondrial decay Post-exertional malaise, a name at last Not depression, not anxiety A physical illness the system had passed (Acoustic guitar. Cello. Drums. Female hum underneath.) (Chorus — Building) The system wasn't built for me Five minutes and a queue of fifty The easiest answer is the one they give "It's in your mind, just try to live" But my body kept the score And my body knew the truth I stopped knocking on the same closed door And I started looking for my own proof (Strings swell. Pump organ. Drums build.) (Bridge — The Hard Truth) [Stripped — acoustic guitar, voice only. Female hum distant.] No insurance, no disability No chronic illness infrastructure here Everything falls on you and your family That's the truth, and it's severe (Pause. Bass enters.) But you are surviving it You are still here You are still learning You are still trying That's not nothing That is everything (Drums enter. Cello rises. Pump organ swells.) Doctors are not gods They are tired people with limited time Some are curious, many are not Keep looking, don't stop the climb Your gut is data Your body knows When ten men tell you nothing's wrong Trust the one who lives inside your bones (Full band explodes. Key changes to D major.) You are your own primary care You are the one who reads and tracks The doctors are consultants, not authorities You are the one who has your back (Chorus — Massive, Defiant) The system wasn't built for me Five minutes and a queue of fifty The easiest answer is the one they give "It's in your mind, just try to live" But my body kept the score And my body knew the truth I stopped knocking on the same closed door And I started looking for my own proof (Harmonies: Looking for my own proof... Female hum soars.) But I'm still here I'm still standing I'm still breathing I'm still learning (Full band. Strings soar. Pump organ. Drums pound. Female hum swells then fades.) (Outro — Stripped, Spoken-Sung, Female Hum Fading) [Acoustic guitar. Piano. Ambient pad. Voice soft.] You don't have to prove anything to them You don't have to earn your place You are allowed to walk out You are allowed to protect your peace (Female hum: Mm... mm... ah...) Build your own file Find your own tribe Lean on the ones who see you You were never meant to carry this alone (Female hum fades.) The system failed you But it did not break you You walked alone You saw clearly You are still here (Acoustic guitar holds one final chord. Pump organ fades. Drums stop. Bass holds one note. Cello fades. Piano holds one note. Female hum fades. Silence.)
