
What Should I Do? [Version 1]
[Intro] Hey… I don’t even know if I should say this. You cut me. Deep. The wound’s open… and it won’t close. Like fire frozen in my chest, like a ghost crawling where no one looks. [Verse 1] You betrayed me, ripped my dark open, I lie awake—mind spinning, unbroken. Counting lies like bruises on my soul, Next cut comes, and I’ll lose control. Door wide open, you slammed another shut, I’m chasing shadows, falling in the cut. I want you to stay, but I can’t reach, Love like quicksand, I’m sinking each breach. [Pre-Chorus] You speak of healing, talk of family, But I bleed quietly—they don’t see me. You promise gold, but it’s rusted steel, And the anchor of betrayal… I still feel. [Chorus] Tell me, what do I do? When love still burns but the trust is through? We smile, we nod, but we’re ghosts in a room, Truth drowned in shadows that loom. I still love you—yes, I do, But this wound… it remembers all that you put me through. [Verse 2] Some days I forget, some days it hits, Your shadow lingers, your laugh never quits. You stare at your phone, I crumble in the dark, Silence screams louder than any spark. Forever I drew us, old hands, free, Now shards scatter where my heart used to be. I glue them together, but the cracks stay raw, Hidden in light… but I know what I saw. [Climax] I’m snapping, lashing, clawing the ashes of rage, Words like knives, my chest is the stage. Rattling, battling, inside your cage of lies, Every breath a grenade, every heartbeat cries. Trust fractured, hijacked, lost in fiction, Searching for clarity in my contradiction. Confessions bleed, obsession claws obsession, Mind in overdrive, writhing, no confession. Each pulse a bullet, each syllable a wound, Breaking the silence where my innocence cocooned. Mirror shatters, I feel the splinters of core, I bleed in rhythm like I’ve never before. [Bridge] You say we’ll be happy. You say the past is gone. But how—how—do I move forward, When this anchor drags me down… again? [Chorus] Tell me, what do I do? When her shadow still stands between me and you? I forgive what I can’t forget, Living love as debt… tangled in regret. I want to stay, I want to fight, But the truth burns raw in the night. [Outro] I love you. After all this… I still do. But the wound… It never closed. Never… closed.


