The Language of us

The train slows down — neon dripping on the ground
(da‑DA da‑da, da‑DA da‑da)
My heartbeat’s loud — like a streetlight flickering out
(soft syncopation)
I move through smoke, city shadows on my skin
Feels like the night is breathing out and pulling me in

Sanity’s shouting like a siren in the rain
But my heart whispers, “Let me feel this — don’t explain.”

I think I’m finally accepted — like the skyline holding still
Not the ending that I pictured, but it’s something I can feel
And I’m standing in the moment with the noise inside my head
But for once, I’m not resisting — I’m just letting myself
Be led

Headphones on — every beat’s a burst of light
Like the city’s painting colours on the edges of my mind
Maybe he’s danger, maybe I’m a spark in gas
But this feeling hits my body like a wave I can’t outlast

Sanity warns me I’m risking what I’ve built
But my heart answers, “Let me hold this — let me tilt.”

I think I’m finally accepted — not the story I had planned
But there’s beauty in the letting go, the part I understand
And I’m breathing on the sidewalk with my heart thrown wide instead
Letting go of every answer — letting in a quiet
Acceptance

I walk in the room and the walls close in,
Every word you throw cuts under my skin.
You twist what I say till I don’t sound right,
Then you act surprised when I start to fight.

’Cause when I’m not heard, I break like glass,
My soul gets crushed as the moments pass.
You call it rage — I call it breath,
The only shield that I’ve got left.

I’m screaming just to feel seen,
’Cause you make me feel so small.
I’m louder than my heartbeat,
I’m louder than the fall.
When my values hit the pavement
And you step on what I kept —
Yeah, anger is the language
Of the things I never learned to protect.

You challenge my truth like it’s some kind of game,
And suddenly I’m tiny, drowning in shame.
I want to tear the sky so you finally see
The pure intentions burning underneath.

When you trample what I stand for,
I don’t know how to stay calm.
No one taught me gentle boundaries —
Only how to sound the alarm.

I’m screaming just to feel seen,
’Cause you make me feel so small.
I’m louder than my heartbeat,
I’m louder than the fall.
When my values hit the pavement
And you step on what I kept —
Yeah, anger is the language
Of the things I never learned to protect.

I’m not a monster — I’m a warning flare,
A fire in the dark screaming, “I’m still here.”
If you heard me the first time, I’d never explode —
But silence is a weight I can’t hold.

I’m screaming just to feel seen,
I’m done apologizing now.
I’m louder than the damage,
I’m louder than the doubt.
When my heart gets pushed to corners
And I’m fighting for respect —
Yeah, anger is the armour
For the parts of me you never tried to protect.

I pull on the golden thread,
It hums like a heartbeat in my hand.
The fog is thick, the world is blurred,
But something calls me where I stand.
I can’t see the path ahead,
Only the trembling in my chest.
But every step I take toward it
Feels like a truth I can’t resist.

There’s a whisper in the mist,
A promise I can’t name.
I’m scared of what I’m walking toward,
But I’m walking all the same.

Oh, anticipation —
You’re the fire in the dark,
The breath before the touch,
The beating of a spark.
You’re the shadow of her footsteps
And the warmth of his return,
You’re the sunrise on the mountain
That my aching legs have earned.
Oh, anticipation —
You’re the mystery I yearn.

She steps from the shower slow,
Wet hair falling down her spine.
And time folds in around her
Like the world is redesigned.
He shows up without warning,
But exactly when she prayed —
And the golden thread between them
Pulls the night into the day.

There’s a trembling in the quiet,
A truth beneath the fear.
I don’t know what I’m heading toward,
But I know I’m meant to be here.

Oh, anticipation —
You’re the fire in the dark,
The breath before the touch,
The beating of a spark.
You’re the shadow of her footsteps
And the warmth of his return,
You’re the sunrise on the mountain
That my aching legs have earned.
Oh, anticipation —
You’re the mystery I yearn.

Oh, anticipation —
You’re the trembling of the soul,
The moment right before
The story takes control.
You’re the golden thread that leads me
Where the brave and lost converge,
You’re the sunrise I’ve been waiting for,
The day that I deserve.
Oh, anticipation —
You’re the pull I can’t unlearn.

Got a heartbeat in my throat,
Racing like it’s gonna float.
Try to play it cool, but no —
It’s taking over.

I tell myself to breathe,
But it’s running ahead of me.

I’m anxious, but I’m dancing through it,
Dancing through it, dancing through it.
I’m anxious, but I’m moving through it,
Moving through it, moving through it.
I’m anxious — yeah, I feel it rising,
Feel it rising, feel it rising.
I’m anxious, but I’m dancing through it,
Dancing through it, dancing through it.

Little tremble in my hands,
Like a beat I can’t command.
But I’m staying where I stand —
I’m getting stronger.

I tell myself to breathe,
And it loosens its hold on me.

I’m anxious, but I’m dancing through it,
Dancing through it, dancing through it.
I’m anxious, but I’m moving through it,
Moving through it, moving through it.
I’m anxious — yeah, I feel it rising,
Feel it rising, feel it rising.
I’m anxious, but I’m dancing through it,
Dancing through it, dancing through it.

Woke up with the weight on my chest again,
Every thought like a punch I can’t defend.
I’m trying to breathe but the walls close in,
And I hate how familiar it’s been.

I’m fighting shadows in my head,
They know every word I’ve said.

I feel bad again — like I’m breaking from the inside.
Bad again — like I’m losing in a landslide.
Bad again — but I’m standing on the fault line.
Bad again — but I swear I’m gonna rise this time.

Every step feels heavy like a loaded truth,
Every doubt hits harder than it ever should.
I’m trying to run but I’m stuck in place,
With a thousand voices in my face.

I’m fighting shadows in my head,
But I’m not going down again.

I feel bad again — like I’m breaking from the inside.
Bad again — like I’m losing in a landslide.
Bad again — but I’m standing on the fault line.
Bad again — but I swear I’m gonna rise this time.

I’m not okay, but I’m not done.
I’m cracked, not crushed — I’m still someone.
If the world wants war, then let it come —
I’ll scream until my heartbeat drums.

I feel bad again — but I’m stronger than the last time.
Bad again — but I’m stepping through the landslide.
Bad again — and I’m standing on the fault line.
Bad again — but I swear I’m gonna rise this time.
Gonna rise this time.
Gonna rise this time.

Instrumental

It’s real —
you’re staring at the screen again,
but nothing seems to land.
A tidal wave beneath your ribs,
and no one understands.
They call your name, they want your time,
but you can’t feel your hands.
You’re drifting through the noise again,
a ghost inside your plans.

And you feel it,
the world turning blurry at the edges.
And you feel it,
the weight that no one else can measure.
In the quiet,
you see the truth you always carried —
you are whole,
even when the moment feels so heavy.

When something breaks inside your life,
the small things fall away.
The rules you thought you had to keep
don’t matter in the same way.
You see yourself without the roles,
without the debts you pay —
a fragile kind of freedom
that only pain can make.

And you feel it,
the world turning blurry at the edges.
And you feel it,
the weight that no one else can measure.
In the quiet,
you see the truth you always carried —
you are whole,
even when the moment feels so heavy.

Your mind wants answers,
your heart wants shelter,
your soul keeps whispering
a future you can’t name.
They rarely move together,
but they’re all still yours —
three voices in the dark
trying to pull you toward the same door.

And you feel it,
the world turning blurry at the edges.
And you feel it,
the weight that no one else can measure.
In the quiet,
you see the truth you always carried —
you are whole,
even when the moment feels so heavy.

You are whole,
even when the moment feels so heavy.

El calor del alba toca mi piel,
polvo en mis zapatos de lo que dejé.
El mundo pesa, pero entra la luz —
y sigo andando.
Las sombras se alargan por la calle de piedra,
ecos del pasado rozan mi vereda.
Pero cada duda que me golpea
la voy transformando.

Sigo firme, firme —
aunque la tormenta quiera darme la vuelta.
Voy más fuerte, fuerte —
nada en mi camino se detiene.
Sigo firme, firme —
corazón ardiendo, mantengo mi fuerza.
Voy más fuerte, fuerte —
lo que sueño ya viene de vuelta.

Hay fuego en los cerros cuando cae el frío,
historias en mi sangre que nunca he dicho.
Cada grieta deja entrar el brillo —
y me levanto.
El viento susurra quién puedo ser,
empuja mi paso como un mar sin red.
Cada avance es un pequeño poder —
y no me canso.

Sigo firme, firme —
aunque la tormenta quiera darme la vuelta.
Voy más fuerte, fuerte —
nada en mi camino se detiene.
Sigo firme, firme —
corazón ardiendo, mantengo mi fuerza.
Voy más fuerte, fuerte —
lo que sueño ya viene de vuelta.

Instrumental

Something’s shifting in the air,
a quiet tremor everywhere.
My body knows before I do —
a change is coming into view.
Rumours flicker through the day,
shadows whisper on the way.
Nothing’s happened, nothing’s clear,
but still I feel it drawing near.

I’m fighting a ghost I made,
a fear that won’t behave.
Running from a scene unplayed,
a world my mind engraved.
Holding my breath like I’m afraid
of a ghost I made.

Excitement sparks, then fades to dread,
a looping line inside my head.
“Oh no, oh no,” the rhythm starts,
a pounding drum beneath my heart.
Seven minutes down the street,
and every thought begins to meet.
Faces, voices, staged and set —
a future that has not happened yet.

I’m fighting a ghost I made,
a fear that won’t behave.
Running from a scene unplayed,
a world my mind engraved.
Holding my breath like I’m afraid
of a ghost I made.

My pulse is racing, fists are tight,
I’m bracing for a phantom fight.
Old wounds rise and cloud my view,
they drown the truth I always knew.
Nothing’s real, but still I fall,
trapped inside my mental wall.
Till someone speaks and pulls me through —
reminds me what is false, what’s true.

I’m fighting a ghost I made,
a fear that won’t behave.
Running from a scene unplayed,
a world my mind engraved.
Holding my breath like I’m afraid
of a ghost I made.


I’m fighting a ghost I made,
a fear that won’t behave.
Running from a scene unplayed,
a world my mind engraved.
Holding my breath like I’m afraid
of a ghost I made.

I feel the light,
I feel the light.
I breathe the sun,
I breathe the sun.
My heart is open,
My heart is open.
I am alive,
I am alive.


Joy is rising,
Joy is rising.
Love is moving,
Love is moving.
I am here,
I am here.
I am happy,
I am happy.

I feel the light,
I feel the light.
I breathe the sun,
I breathe the sun.
My heart is open,
My heart is open.
I am alive,
I am alive.

Tu me regardais comme une ombre,
comme si l’amour pouvait fuir.
Je t’ai soufflé toute ma vérité,
mais tu n’as entendu que ton désir.
Tes questions coupaient comme l’hiver,
des doigts glacés sur ma peau.
Je te tenais dans tes tremblements,
mais tu ne t’ouvrais jamais vraiment.

Ta jalousie fut ma prison,
et je me suis fanée dans tes mains.
Je t’aimais d’un feu silencieux,
mais tu suivais des fantômes incertains.
Tu murmures encore mon nom,
mais je suis déjà trop loin —
tu t’es brisé le cœur toi‑même,
et le mien n’a pas pu rester.

J’ai pleuré là où tu ne voyais pas,
des larmes que tu n’as jamais cherchées.
Tu doutais de chaque battement,
comme si l’amour devait te prouver.
Tu as bâti un monde d’ombres,
juré que j’y vivais aussi.
Mais j’étais toujours près de toi —
jusqu’à ce que le désespoir m’ait trahie.

Ta jalousie fut ma prison,
et je me suis fanée dans tes mains.
Je t’aimais d’un feu silencieux,
mais tu suivais des fantômes incertains.
Tu murmures encore mon nom,
mais je suis déjà trop loin —
tu t’es brisé le cœur toi‑même,
et le mien n’a pas pu rester.

Te voilà seul dans le silence,
face à la vérité que tu fuyais.
Je n’ai jamais aimé un autre —
c’est toi qui ne me croyais jamais.
Quand le miroir s’est enfin ouvert,
tu as vu la faute dans tes yeux.
Mais quand ta main a cherché la mienne,
j’avais appris à dire adieu.

Ta jalousie fut ma prison,
et je me suis fanée dans tes mains.
Je t’aimais d’un feu silencieux,
mais tu suivais des fantômes incertains.
Tu souffles “reviens à la maison”,
mais je suis trop loin pour plier —
tu m’as perdue dans tes ombres,
et j’ai trouvé ma lumière ailleurs.

I type this out bewildered,
Like the truth just split in two.
One day cracked the pattern,
And I don’t know what is true.
Five years in a straight line,
Same steps, same worn‑out view —
Work, home, vacations,
And the silence that I grew.

I wrapped myself in comfort,
Called the numbness “being wise.”
But the past kept getting louder,
And the future… vaporized.

Where did I go?
Who did I become?
Talking like my life was over,
Like the best days had been done.
And I felt so small,
Like a ghost inside my skin —
Till a single smile, a single question
Pulled the world wide open again.

We all drank the same old stories,
Clung to sarcasm and wine.
Pretending dread was normal,
Calling resignation “fine.”
Age became my alibi,
Routine became my shield —
But inspiration left me empty,
And the cracks refused to heal.

I kept sinking into silence,
Into loops I couldn’t break.
Every thought a tired echo,
Every morning felt like fake.

Where did I go?
Who did I become?
Talking like my life was over,
Like the best days had been done.
And I felt so small,
Like a ghost inside my skin —
Till a single smile, a single question
Pulled the world wide open again.

Then you walked into the room,
And the air began to shift.
Something in your quiet presence
Gave the darkness back its lift.
I can’t write the rest here —
Some truths don’t fit the page.
But I know the loop was broken,
And I stepped out of the cage.

Where did I go?
Who did I become?
Living like my life was over,
Like the best days had been done.
But the spark came back,
Like a pulse beneath the skin —
And a single smile, a single question
Pulled the world wide open again.
Pulled the world wide open again.
Pulled the world… wide open again.

New light on my face,
New beat in my chest.
I’m moving toward the future,
And it feels like progress.

I’m rising up, rising up,
Nothing’s gonna pull me down.
I’m lighting up, lighting up,
Feel it lifting off the ground.

Rising up — I feel it.
Lighting up — I feel it.
Rising up — I feel it.
Lighting up — let me feel it.

Feel the life

Feel the life

Feel the Sky

Too much,
too fast —
I’m breaking
like glass.
Heart loud,
hands shake —
I bend,
I break.

I’m overwhelmed,
I’m overwhelmed.
I’m drowning in myself,
in myself.

Can’t breathe,
can’t think —
I’m right
on the brink.
Too loud,
too real —
I choke
on what I feel.

Instrumental

Heart’s on fire, Veins ignite
I’m a storm that won’t stay quiet.
Racing thunder, breaking through
Every feeling aimed at you.

It’s a power surge, a wild upturn
I crash, I burn, I twist, I turn.
Like lightning caught inside my chest
I’m too alive to ever rest.

Strings are screaming, blood runs fast
I’m the future and the past.
Winds are rising, pulse attacks
I’m the moment that never cracks.

It’s a power surge, a wild upturn
I crash, I burn, I twist, I turn.
Like lightning caught inside my chest
I’m too alive to ever rest.

Held it up like it might break,
didn’t trust my own mistakes.
Laugh it off, “yeah, alert the press,”
but my heartbeat said I did my best.
You looked at me like truth in gold,
said, “I’m proud of you,” so bold.
I felt the heat rush to my face —
I never let myself take that space.

I always shrink when I should rise,
hide the win, dim the light in my eyes.
But something shifted when you said my name —
maybe pride isn’t something to shame.

Now I’m glowing, glowing,
yeah, I feel it in my bones.
All this growing, growing,
I can finally call my own.
I’m not bragging, I’m becoming —
and it’s louder than before.
If pride is just a heartbeat,
mine is shaking down the floor.

Used to brush it all aside,
like effort didn’t qualify.
But you held up a mirror clean —
showed me the strength I never seen.
Every step, every little try,
every “no” that taught me why —
I’m learning how to stand up tall,
not scared to take the credit at all.

Now I’m glowing, glowing,
yeah, I feel it in my bones.
All this growing, growing,
I can finally call my own.
I’m not bragging, I’m becoming —
and it’s louder than before.
If pride is just a heartbeat,
mine is shaking down the floor.

So here I am,
no fear this time —
I earned this light,
I let it shine.

I’m staring at a stranger wearing all my skin,
A perfect little daydream with a hollowed‑out grin.
He’s everything I’m “meant” to be, the world believes the lie
But underneath the surface I’m breaking by design.

And I don’t know
Which one is real,
The man they praise
Or the one who feels.
I’m drowning in
The in‑between
A ghost inside
My own machine.

Oh, mirror, mirror, why you look like me
When I’m falling apart so quietly?
I’m a reflection no one sees
A sad illusion on my knees.
Oh, mirror, mirror, tell me who I’m supposed to be.

I walk into the daylight with a confidence I fake,
A masterpiece of posture that nobody can break.
But inside I’m just a crossroad made of doubt and fear,
A thousand heavy questions no one wants to hear.

And I don’t know
What choice is mine,
I’m terrified
Of getting it right.
I’m stuck between
The truth and shame
A painted smile
That hides the pain.

Oh, mirror, mirror, why you look like me
When I’m falling apart so quietly?
I’m a reflection no one sees
A sad illusion on my knees.
Oh, mirror, mirror, tell me who I’m supposed to be.

What if we’re all broken in the same disguise,
Pretending we’re not hurting behind our perfect eyes?
What if we shared the secrets we’re terrified to show
Would we finally see each other, would we finally let go?

Oh, mirror, mirror, I’m tired of the lie
I want to be the man I’ve buried deep inside.
No more reflections, no more fear
Just the truth that brought me here.
Oh, mirror, mirror, I’m learning who I’m meant to be.

Life swung first — cracked me clean in the jaw,
Didn’t see the shit comin’, didn’t prep for the brawl.
Every plan I ever made got torched on sight,
Universe like, “SURPRISE, motherfucker — fight.”

I’m pissed off, fed up, tryna outrun fate,
But it pops out the dark like, “Hold up — wait.”
One minute I’m calm, next minute I’m wrecked,
Life keeps flexin’ on my ass like, “Who’s next?”

Surprise — no warning, no mercy, no cue,
Just a punch from the sky sayin’, “Deal with it, dude.”
I get knocked down hard, but I swing right back
Life hits dirty, but I hit dirtier than that.

We burned it down with every word,
the kind you can’t take back.
Dreams on the floor like broken glass,
love slipping through the cracks.
I watched you fade, I let you fall,
I didn’t hold the line.
Didn’t know that trust was something
I was meant to guard as mine.

But I’m learning to trust again,
slow as a healing bone.
Learning to breathe again,
in a world I made alone.
If love is a fragile thing,
I’m trying to let it in
trying to trust again.

You said the pain was killing you,
I said it hurt me too.
But truth is, I was numb inside,
too lost to follow through.
I blamed the world, I blamed myself,
I blamed the shade of sky.
But trust is just a quiet choice
to stay, not run, not lie.

And I’m learning to trust again,
slow as a healing bone.
Learning to breathe again,
in a world I made alone.
If love is a fragile thing,
I’m trying to let it in
trying to trust again.

Two people break when they forget
to give what the other needs.
Love isn’t magic, it’s the work
the tiny, daily deeds.
I let routine replace the fire,
let silence fill the room.
Didn’t see the trust unravel
till it sealed our quiet doom.

So I’m learning to trust again,
soft as a whispered truth.
Learning to stay again,
not run from what I lose.
If love is a fragile thing,
I’m trying to let it in
trying to trust again.

Cold breath rising in the late‑fall air,
Grey skies folding into thoughts I can’t repair.
Bare trees whisper what I try to hide,
My doubts stripped down like branches in the dying light.
I chase the life I thought I’d have by now,
Climbing ladders built from someone else’s vows.
Every step just circles back to me,
A merry‑go‑round of fear and false beliefs.

But in the quiet, I feel something break
A warmth cutting through the cold of the lake.
Your love moves like steam in the November wind,
Soft and slow, pulling me back in.
I’m between two worlds, one real, one dreamt,
Both of them louder than they seem.
If I could stay inside that glow with you,
I’d let the whole grey world fade out of view.

These “disappointments” I kept calling mine
Turned out to be blessings I was too blind to find.
Golden handcuffs shining with a hollow gleam,
Trading life away for someone else’s dream.
I’m breaking patterns I carried for years,
Learning self‑love through the static and the fear.
Letting go of all the noise I chased,
Finding truth in the spaces I used to waste.

And when the world slows down enough to breathe,
I feel your presence pulling warmth through me.
A quiet kind of love that doesn’t scream
Just holds me steady in the in‑between.

’Cause in the silence, I feel something break
A warmth cutting through the cold of the lake.
Your love moves like steam in the November wind,
Soft and slow, pulling me back in.
I’m between two worlds, one real, one dreamt,
Both of them louder than they seem.
If I could stay inside that glow with you,
I’d let the whole grey world fade out of view.

I reach for you in the fading light,
Your hand in mine makes the world feel right.
Coffee steam, your half‑awake smile,
A moment so fragile it could stop time.
But the sound splits through like a breaking sky
A violent tear between truth and lie.
I fall from warmth into the cold again,
Dragged awake by the weight of what’s been.

Blackness clears and the dream dissolves,
November morning pulling at my flaws.
I search the sheets for the ghost of you,
A fading echo I can’t hold onto.
Another day begins in shades of grey,
But the memory keeps the cold at bay.
Somewhere between the worlds I roam,
I’m still chasing the place that felt like home.

In the quiet, I feel something break
A warmth cutting through the cold of the lake.
Your love moves like steam in the November wind,
Soft and slow, pulling me back in.
I’m between two worlds, one real, one dreamt,
Both of them louder than they seem.
If I could stay inside that glow with you,
I’d let the whole grey world fade out of view.

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