[Intro – ambient, respiration, guitare clean] It’s still here… The weight. The voice. The scar I never named. [Verse 1 – voix douce, contenue] I wake up buried in my thoughts, Another night I barely fought. These walls I built to keep me safe Now press my chest, won’t give me space. I smile just to survive the day, I bleed in silence, look okay. Every word I never said Still carves its place inside my head. [Pre-Chorus – tension montante] I tried to breathe, I tried to pray, But something pulls me down again. [Chorus – large, émotionnel, lourd] It’s under my skin, I can’t escape, This constant pressure, this slow decay. I scream inside but make no sound, I’m still alive, but barely now. It’s under my skin, it owns my name, A silent war I can’t explain. If I fall here, remember this: I fought to live. I did my best. [Verse 2 – plus sombre, batterie plus présente] I carry ghosts I never chose, Old wounds dressed in brand-new clothes. Every step feels like a test, Every breath another threat. I learned to stand without support, To hold my ground when I was torn. But strength is heavy when you’re alone, And hope feels thin when overgrown. [Pre-Chorus – plus intense] I’m not asking to be saved, Just let me feel okay again. [Chorus – encore plus massif] It’s under my skin, I can’t escape, This constant pressure, this slow decay. I scream inside but make no sound, I’m still alive, but barely now. It’s under my skin, it feeds on pain, It knows my fear, it knows my name. If I collapse, don’t look away— I tried to heal. I tried to stay. [Bridge – dépouillé, voix brisée, piano] If silence is all I have left, Then let it speak what I can’t say. I’m not broken beyond repair… I’m just tired of the weight. (montée instrumentale progressive) [Final Chorus – cathartique, plein arrangement] It’s under my skin, but I remain, Still breathing through the hurt and pain. I bend, I crack, I fall apart, But there’s still fire in my heart. It’s under my skin, but I stand tall, I won’t disappear, I won’t dissolve. I’m still here. I’m not done yet. This is survival. Not regret. [Outro – retombée, guitare clean, souffle] Under my skin… But not my soul.
