[INTRO] 3 AM, red eyes, dead phone, cold floor, Mom knocks, “You sleeping?” “Yeah.” “You sure?” “I'm good.” Door shuts, footsteps fade, same lie, same night, same weight. [VERSE 1] Sixteen, big dreams, but the big screen flickers, Head full of dread while the deadbeat clock ticks quicker, Chest compress, breath short, every second feels thicker, Mind doing five hundred miles while his body's stationary, Anxious, impatient, brain painting danger in the ordinary. Read it, delete it, repeat it, reread it, “Why'd they leave me on seen?” then he spirals beneath it, Overthink, overdrink, overfill, over-feel it, Every little syllable gets twisted till he believes it. “What's wrong?” “Nothing.” “You okay?” “Yeah.” Same conversation, different day, same explanation, different pain. School halls, small talk, fake laughs, face straight, Heart racing, palms sweating, trying not to suffocate, Everybody sees the surface, nobody sees the undertow, He says he's doing fine while his mind says he isn't though. Then Friday night, headlights flash through the rain, Friend calls, “You coming?” “Where?” “Just come, don't explain.” One hit, one sip, suddenly the pressure gets lighter, Thoughts lose volume, heartbeat slows, whole world feels brighter, No panic, no static, no catastrophic cycle, He found a temporary peace and mistook it for survival. [HOOK] One night, one high, one minute of relief, One way to make the weight disappear underneath, One becomes two, two becomes three, Three turns into “I need this just to breathe.” He ain't chasing the drug, he's chasing what it gives him, A couple quiet hours where his head doesn't hit him, But every little escape got a little more expensive, Till the thing that made him feel free started feeling like a sentence. [VERSE 2] Grades dropping, days stopping, sleep pattern shattered, Cash missing, lips twisting, “Nothing really matters,” Mom asking questions, he answers with fragments, “Where'd you get that?” “Don't worry.” “Why you acting different?” “I'm just distracted.” Lie after lie, little alibi pile, Meanwhile depression's been living in his eyes for a while, Anxiety biting, addiction inviting, “Take another, make another night a little less frightening.” So he does. Again. And again. Till “just once” ain't a phrase anymore, it's a promise he can't defend. Friends fade, grades tank, family tension gets vicious, Dreams get dim, every morning feels suspicious, Used to write rhymes, now the notebook stays missing, Used to chase a future, now he's chasing a feeling. “Where you been?” “Out.” “You been eating?” “Yeah.” “You sure?” “I'm fine.” Same words, same walls, same war, same night. Then one night, too much, heartbeat jumping like a jackhammer, Vision getting narrow, whole room turning blacker, Phone slips, fingertips twitch, can't grip the damn handset, Mom opens the door and freezes when she sees him. “Baby?” No answer. “Baby, wake up.” Silence. [HOOK 2] One night, one high, one minute of relief, One way to make the weight disappear underneath, One becomes two, two becomes three, Now he's fighting for the breath he thought the high would free. He ain't chasing the drug, he's running from the pain, But the road that he was taking kept circling the same place, Every shortcut doubled back, every exit looked the same, Till he finally understood: you can't outrun what's in your brain. [VERSE 3] White walls, bright lights, morning breaking through blinds, Mom sitting beside him, exhaustion in her eyes, “You scared me.” “I know.” “Why didn't you tell me?” “I don't know.” Long pause. “I just wanted my head to stop.” And that sentence hit harder than the monitors could, 'Cause he wasn't chasing death, he just misunderstood How desperation disguises itself as something that feels good, How a temporary silence can destroy the neighborhood. Recovery, rough weather, cold sweats, old memories, Cravings come creeping when the night gets heavy, Brain says, “One time,” but he knows where that road ends, So he calls somebody before the thought becomes a weapon. Some days he's okay, some days he's barely stable, Some days he writes one line and leaves the pen on the table, But every little step is a brick rebuilding the foundation, Every honest conversation breaks another isolation. “I'm not okay.” Three words. No disguise. No excuse. No lie. And that's the first time he doesn't feel weak for telling the truth. [FINAL HOOK] One night, one high, one minute of relief, Now one day, one breath, one reason to believe, One becomes two, two becomes three, But this time those numbers mean he's slowly getting free. He ain't chasing the drug, he's learning how to live, Learning peace ain't something that a chemical can give.(Raplover) [OUTRO] 3 AM. Same room. Same clock. Phone lights up. “You awake?” “Yeah.” “Can I talk?” “Of course.” He starts typing. And for once... he doesn't delete it.
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