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Trapped Inside mee

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[Hook] https://youtube.com/shorts/nRV6U9BwWds?si=bv5jJS611Us9VcBe pls like and sub thankss... [Verse 1] Trapped inside me Every room feels way too small Got these thoughts, they pace in circles No way out, I hear them call Morning hits and I brace myself Like I’m stepping on a wire Something in my chest won’t sit still Keeps talking me into the fire [Chorus] All my pressure, pressure pulling hard against my center, center. What should I follow? My fear or my reason, yeah, Both keep me from sleeping, yeah. But is it all the pressure, pressure or is it all my center, center? Both drag me off my feet. Both get under my skin. For both I’m always ready. Trapped inside me. [Verse 2] It started as a quick glance, A small doubt, a side-eye dance. Now it’s loud, it’s in the walls, Hitting hard in every hall. One more pill, one more try, Trying not to ask you why. Then a crack, a sliver, thin and white, A little space in all that noise. Hands shook, eyes wide, Faced my own locked door, Said, I can’t live like this anymore. [Bridge] Maybe this is me at war, just trying to breathe. Maybe this is how you learn where the broken parts can leave. Still, I see a doorframe Cutting through the dark. A chance to move my own feet, A chance to make a mark. Not a perfect ending, Just a different start. [Chorus] All my pressure, pressure pulling hard against my center, center. What should I follow? My fear or my reason, yeah, Both keep me from sleeping, yeah. But is it all the pressure, pressure or is it all my center, center? Both drag me off my feet. Both get under my skin. For both I’m always ready. Trapped inside me. [Outro] I don’t have to pick one side, I can let the worst thing pass me by. Hope can be my new line, Something I can hold when the noise gets high, Hold on tight, Keep my pulse in sight. [Chorus] All my pressure, pressure pulling hard against my center, center. What should I follow? My fear or my reason, yeah, Both keep me from sleeping, yeah. But is it all the pressure, pressure or is it all my center, center? Both drag me off my feet. Both get under my skin. For both I’m always ready. Trapped inside me…