I'm Not Doing Fine - But I'm Still Here (Studio Edit)

Faith L.C.

NYC hardcore, fast hardcore, aggressive metal, heavy alternative, emotional hardcore, fast metal

+ Show full styles

STUDIO

####################
on Spotify 
https://open.spotify.com/intl-de/artist/25GJ8YRHfwvqnky3M02EZ2

on Amazon music 
https://music.amazon.de/artists/B0G59VVLP8/faith-l-c

on YouTube music 
https://music.youtube.com/channel/UCn8BwdPVSAsIW8szg3L44FQ
####################

The alarm screams — I don't answer back,
Drag myself through chaos, every step off track.
Piles of noise in corners left unread,
They're pulling at the threads — I can't remember how to breathe.

Walls are screaming things that shouldn't burn,
Tiny wars, broken glass, no place left to turn.
Small hands reaching but I'm barely there,
Trying to hold the frame when there's nothing left to spare.

You're reaching too — but we keep missing in the dark,
Two fires burning out, trying not to lose the heat.

We used to talk — now the silence swallows whole,
The weight of days keeps crushing what we know.

I'm not fine — I'm not fine at all,
But I'm still here — still standing through the fall.
Walking through the wreckage, pieces gone,
And somehow that's enough to carry on.

And if that wasn't weight enough to break,
The outside world keeps clawing, every move's a mistake.
Broken things, forgotten calls, the bills that weren't there yesterday,
Every crack takes one more piece — there's nothing left to say.

I tell myself I need one quiet breath,
One silent room where I'm not choking on what's left.

But mornings come like hammers to the skull,
Coffee, chaos, voices — and I'm already full.

You're trying to fix today while I'm drowning in the past,
I'm tired of pretending that this weight won't be the last.
I'm tired of hiding what it costs to keep the peace,
While I'm falling apart — there's no release.

I'm not fine — but I'm still here,
Holding things that shouldn't be mine to bear.
Getting up when the world's too loud,
Still standing even when I shake — somehow.

Still here...
And for today...
That's all I've got!

I'm not fine — I'm breaking at the seams,
But I'm still here — still walking through the screams.
Pieces missing, nothing's clean,
But somehow that's enough — that's all it means.

Still here — that's all I've got!

2149/7500

(c) all lyrics by Faith L.C. #################### on Spotify https://open.spotify.com/intl-de/artist/25GJ8YRHfwvqnky3M02EZ2 on Amazon music https://music.amazon.de/artists/B0G59VVLP8/faith-l-c on YouTube music https://music.youtube.com/channel/UCn8BwdPVSAsIW8szg3L44FQ #################### The alarm screams — I don't answer back, Drag myself through chaos, every step off track. Piles of noise in corners left unread, They're pulling at the threads — I can't remember how to breathe. Walls are screaming things that shouldn't burn, Tiny wars, broken glass, no place left to turn. Small hands reaching but I'm barely there, Trying to hold the frame when there's nothing left to spare. You're reaching too — but we keep missing in the dark, Two fires burning out, trying not to lose the heat. We used to talk — now the silence swallows whole, The weight of days keeps crushing what we know. I'm not fine — I'm not fine at all, But I'm still here — still standing through the fall. Walking through the wreckage, pieces gone, And somehow that's enough to carry on. And if that wasn't weight enough to break, The outside world keeps clawing, every move's a mistake. Broken things, forgotten calls, the bills that weren't there yesterday, Every crack takes one more piece — there's nothing left to say. I tell myself I need one quiet breath, One silent room where I'm not choking on what's left. But mornings come like hammers to the skull, Coffee, chaos, voices — and I'm already full. You're trying to fix today while I'm drowning in the past, I'm tired of pretending that this weight won't be the last. I'm tired of hiding what it costs to keep the peace, While I'm falling apart — there's no release. I'm not fine — but I'm still here, Holding things that shouldn't be mine to bear. Getting up when the world's too loud, Still standing even when I shake — somehow. Still here... And for today... That's all I've got! I'm not fine — I'm breaking at the seams, But I'm still here — still walking through the screams. Pieces missing, nothing's clean, But somehow that's enough — that's all it means. Still here — that's all I've got!

0/500