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The War In My Chest

V5.5

๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ Wir sind die StorytellerZ und Du findest uns im Discord unter: https://discord.gg/storytellerz ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ Lyrics written by @Arloma. All rights reserved ยฉ 2026 ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ I wake up tired with the same old face, Mirror donโ€™t lie, but I look away. Coffee gone cold on the kitchen side, Phone lights up, I let it die. Everybody asks if Iโ€™m doing alright, I nod my head like I rehearsed it right. Got a laugh in my mouth, got stone in my shoes, Walking around with a short lit fuse. ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ And it builds, and it burns, And I never let it show. One more breath, one more turn, But Iโ€™m close to letting go. ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ Thereโ€™s a war in my chest, Old ghosts under my skin. I smile like Iโ€™m fine, But Iโ€™m breaking again. Still I stand, still I swing, With no white flag left. Iโ€™m still alive in the war in my chest. ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ I keep old words like rusted nails, Every little cut that never failed. Some came from friends, some came from me, Some still bite when I try to sleep. Iโ€™ve been the joke, been the quiet room, Been the closed door, been the โ€œnot you.โ€ But somewhere down in the wreck I hide, Thereโ€™s a stubborn spark that wonโ€™t die. ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ And it builds, and it burns, Like a match below my bones. I donโ€™t need you to save me, Just donโ€™t leave me here alone. ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ Thereโ€™s a war in my chest, Old ghosts under my skin. I smile like Iโ€™m fine, But Iโ€™m breaking again. Still I stand, still I swing, With no white flag left. Iโ€™m still alive in the war in my chest. ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ Some nights I punch the dashboard, Some nights I donโ€™t say a word. Some nights I pray to nothing, Just hoping something heard. I ainโ€™t a hero, I ainโ€™t clean, I got cracks youโ€™ve never seen. But Iโ€™m still here, blood and breath, Still fighting whatโ€™s inside my chest. ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ Thereโ€™s a war in my chest, Old ghosts under my skin. I smile like Iโ€™m fine, But I wonโ€™t let them win. Still I stand, still I swing, With no white flag left. Iโ€™m still alive in the war in my chest. ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽถ Still I standโ€ฆ still I swingโ€ฆ Iโ€™m still alive in the war in my chest.