Narrative Intro – spoken] You’re thirty Like the hourglass lost its mind Running after plans you never signed Trying to tick boxes You never had time to choose You’re thirty But there’s no time left Gotta look sharp, gotta be solid, gotta stand tall Gotta have a woman, a place, a job And if you miss one of the three You feel naked in your own skin You’re thirty, already worn out But you smile, you play along Years go by, you didn’t change It’s the pressure around you closing in [Hook – spoken, repetitive, minimal] Who said there was a schedule Who said there was a right time Who said you had to be ready Right now You’re allowed to drift You’re allowed to stop You’re even allowed To want nothing at all [Verse – flow spoken] You’re thirty, and it’s fine You’re not late, you’re not behind You’re not a plan, you’re not a script You’re still breathing, that’s the point They talk about clocks and deadlines But a heart doesn’t run on numbers You just want air without excuses Space without having to prove [Verse 2 – social mirror] You’re thirty You sip your drink just to blend in Act like you’re cool with the rhythm While everyone’s making moves When you get back to your place Silence hits, so you work harder At the office you hold the line Yeah, you look strong from the outside [Hook – reprise, stripped] No boxes No timeline No finish line You’re allowed to pause You’re allowed to breathe You’re allowed To be nowhere [Soft Outro – almost whispered] You’re thirty… it’s okay, there’s time You’re thirty… no one’s waiting
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