[Intro | synth drone, low and dissonant, a single distorted guitar screech, then a drum kick that hits like a fist through drywall.] [Verse 1 – tight, seething] You want me to smile like it doesn’t weigh anything Like my chest isn’t caving in Like I didn’t wake up at 3 AM again With the weight of the whole fucking world on my sternum You say “cheer up, it’s not that bad” Like you know what it feels like to carry this Like you’ve ever had a day where breathing felt like a choice And you chose it anyway, not because you wanted to But because the alternative was worse [Pre-Chorus – building] You don’t get to tell me how to feel You don’t get to call it a phase This isn’t sadness This is rage [Chorus with backing vocals – Mira soft, Ess rough] I’m heavyhearted — and I’m tired of pretending I’m not (Heavy, heavy) You want pretty pain, you want something you can fix (Want something to fix) But this isn’t your project, this isn’t your poem This is the weight of being fifteen and already fucking done (Already done) Heavyhearted — and I’m not gonna carry it quiet anymore (Carry it quiet) [Verse 2 – spitting the words] You ask “what’s wrong” like you actually want the answer But the second I tell you, you look away You wanted a version of me that fits in your pocket Something small, something soft, something you can explain away Well fuck that I’m not your cautionary tale I’m not your “she’ll grow out of it” I’m the storm you didn’t see coming And I’m not leaving until you feel me [Pre-Chorus – even angrier] You don’t get to silence me You don’t get to call me dramatic This isn’t attention-seeking This is me existing [Chorus with backing vocals – Mira soft, Ess rough] I’m heavyhearted — and I’m tired of pretending I’m not (Heavy, heavy) You want pretty pain, you want something you can fix (Want something to fix) But this isn’t your project, this isn’t your poem This is the weight of being fifteen and already fucking done (Already done) Heavyhearted — and I’m not gonna carry it quiet anymore (Carry it quiet) [Bridge – drums drop to half-time, synth low and throbbing, voice strained and breaking] You think I chose this? You think I woke up one day and decided To feel everything like it’s a wound? To have a heart that weighs more than my whole body? I didn’t choose this This chose me And I’ve been dragging it around for years While you stood there telling me to lighten up Fuck you Fuck you for making me feel like a burden for being in pain [Final Chorus with backing vocals – harmonies thicken, full lift, vocals cracking] I’m heavyhearted — and I’m tired of pretending I’m not (Heavy, heavy, so fucking heavy) You want pretty pain, you want something you can fix (Want something to fix, but you can’t fix this) But this isn’t your project, this isn’t your poem This is the weight of being fifteen and already fucking done (Already done, already gone) Heavyhearted — and I’m not gonna carry it quiet anymore (Carry it quiet, I won’t be quiet) I’m heavyhearted — and you’re gonna hear me (You’re gonna hear me) You’re gonna fucking hear me [Outro | synth screeches, drum kick erratic, close-mic, voice raw and screaming] Heavyhearted. Heavyhearted. HEAVYHEARTED. [static, feedback, then cut to silence.]
