Another day, another playlist, “Happy hits” and “Feel-good drive”. Gym anthems, party bangers, all for people who feel alive. But these hands shake on the subway, this heart hums like broken glass. Every song says “you’re a legend” – I’m just trying not to crash. You turn the volume up so high to drown out what you really miss. They’ve got a theme for every mood, but there’s no soundtrack for this. There is no soundtrack for this. There is no soundtrack for this, no beat that fits this breathless mess. Keep your anthems, keep your bliss – turn the volume down, there’s no soundtrack for this. We drown ourselves in hooks and drops, dopamine on constant drip. “Boss mode”, “savage”, “living large” – just noise on a sinking ship. You blind yourself with every chorus, because you’re scared of what you’d feel: all that weight inside your ribs if the speakers ever fell still. We scroll and skip and never stop, call it “vibes” and call it “fix”. But some things don’t fit any song – there’s still no soundtrack for this. There is no soundtrack for this. There is no soundtrack for this, no beat that fits this breathless mess. Keep your anthems, keep your bliss – turn the volume down, there’s no soundtrack for this. No more happy filters on a dying screen, no more dopamine for a muted scream. If all your noise is all you’ve got, you’ll never hear the parts that rot. There is no soundtrack for this, no beat that fits this poisoned mix. Keep your anthems, keep your bliss – I’d rather feel the weight than fake that this is fixed. There is no soundtrack for this. I’d rather feel the weight than fake that this is fixed.
