Somewhere in Between

[Intro - Spoken, Light Instrumental Backing] Yeah, you ever feel like you’re stuck in a loop? Like every step forward drags the past back with it? Maybe I’m just trippin’, or maybe that’s the truth. [Instrumental Break - Piano and drums roll softly, setting the tone] --- [Verse 1] I’ve been walking this tightrope, a balance I can’t find, A carnival of chaos, the acts play in my mind. People tell me, "Keep your chin up," but my neck is sore, They don’t see the battles fought behind closed doors. I watched the world fold, creased corners and lies, Told myself to trust, but their smiles were disguised. Every "good morning" feels rehearsed on repeat, I’m staring at the ground, avoiding eyes on the street. [Instrumental Break - Jazzy bassline with light cymbals lead into the next verse] --- [Verse 2] My heart’s a playlist of the songs I don’t skip, The ones that bleed pain but don’t sugarcoat shit. I scroll to escape, but it pulls me back in, Notifications hit like needles under my skin. I’m tethered to the noise, but the silence is worse, A double-edged sword that cuts deeper with words. The headlines scream division, the leaders stay blind, We’re puppets in their theater, paying with our time. They sold me the dream, but it came with a receipt, Said, "Happiness is yours, just don’t look underneath." Now I’m picking at the threads, unraveling seams, Wondering if I’ll ever wake up from these dreams. --- [Verse 4] I want comfort, but not at the cost of my soul, A simple kind of life, but the world’s so cold. It’s not about the riches, just enough to survive, To hold my wife’s hand and feel truly alive. But the pressure mounts, and I’m starting to bend, The weight of the world makes it hard to pretend. I’m a product of my pain, but I’m learning to cope, Bitter yet breathing, holding tight to the hope. [Instrumental Break - Saxophone adds a melancholic edge, fading softly into the next verse] --- [Verse 5 - Reflective] I’m haunted by the faces I don’t see enough, Family and friends I keep distant, it’s rough. But life pulls us apart, and the gaps grow wide, Still, I hold their love somewhere deep inside. It’s a strange kind of guilt, being both here and gone, Like a shadow chasing daylight before it moves on. But I’m still here, scars layered like bricks, Trying to build something solid with hands full of sticks. --- [Verse 6 - Introspective and Bitter] They tell me to wake up, but I’ve been awake, Watching them play God with the lives they take. We outnumber them all, yet we stay in line, Chained by division, deaf to the signs. It’s not black or white, it’s a canvas of gray, And I’m just a brushstroke in the mess we made. [Outro Insturmental] [Abrupt End]