Nothing dramatic. Just the sound of staying. [Verse 1] I wake up mid-sentence, life already talking Like I missed the start and still kept walking Mirrors don’t lie, they just stall Show me a body, never show the cause I don’t feel heavy, I feel paused Like a thought that never got resolved Everyone moving like it’s obvious I study patterns, not promises I learned how to stand without belief How to breathe without relief If meaning exists, it’s misfiled Buried under “try again” advice I don’t collapse, I stall in place Time moves past me, I don’t chase If this is growth, it’s poorly staged I stayed the same, just rearranged There’s static in my name Every time they say it Like I almost mattered But the signal didn’t make it I’m not lost, I’m misaligned Wrong era, wrong design If purpose has a shape I’ve never fit inside I don’t fight pain, I archive it Label the dates, then deny it Memory’s sharp but selective Keeps what’s useless, deletes the directive I watch people trade masks for years Call it growth, call it fear Everyone chasing “someday” I stay loyal to what’s here I don’t want saving or signs Just fewer rehearsed replies If truth knocks, I let it wait I’ve heard how it justifies If I vanished mid-routine Missed no birthdays, missed no scenes Would absence raise questions Or just clean the in-between? There’s static in my name When I try to explain it Like the thought was real But the language couldn’t say it I’m not broken, not okay Just incorrectly placed If existence is a test I wasn’t built to pass it clean Nothing dramatic. Just the sound of staying.
