[Verse 1 – the damage done] I see the wreckage in my shadow every night I close my eyes, Hallucinations of the moments where I crossed a thousand lines. Your voice repeats like static I can’t shut out of my head, Every echo is a warning of the person I became instead. My thoughts are twisted corridors of things I left undone, A graveyard full of choices and the damage that I spun. I want to face what broke us, but my voice just falls apart— Every truth I try to speak gets strangled in my heart. --- [Pre-Chorus – losing grip] I’m standing on the ledge of everything I didn’t fix, With ropes around my memory pulling tighter at the rips. I reach for words to own the pain, but guilt distorts the view— I can’t tell what’s real anymore and what’s my mind breaking through. --- [Chorus – the apology that won’t come out] I’m falling through the cracks of everything I’ve done, Haunted by the harm I caused and every line I can’t outrun. My vision blurs, my conscience shakes, I see the truth in every ache. I’m tied up in the wreckage of mistakes I can’t undo— I’m wrapped in chains because I can’t say sorry to you. Not because I don’t feel it— but because the words won’t break through. --- [Verse 2 – hallucination of guilt] I see a figure at my doorway whispering the things I hid, Every secret, every failure, every wound I never stitched. They stare at me with hollow eyes that mirror all my doubt, A hallucination born from all the pain I never let out. And I know I should confront it—what I ruined, what I broke, But my tongue is tied in silence like a noose I never spoke. The truth sits on my chest like it’s trying to crush my spine, But the apology I owe you gets lost between the lines. --- [Pre-Chorus – spiraling] The floor begins to tilt again, I stumble through the haze— The consequences chase me through a labyrinth I made. I reach for one last chance to fix the damage I put you through— But my voice collapses in my throat before the words make it to you. --- [Chorus – bitter reality] I’m falling through the cracks of everything I’ve done, Haunted by the harm I caused and every lie I tried to outrun. My vision blurs, my conscience shakes, I feel the cost of every break. I’m tied up in the wreckage of mistakes I can’t undo— I’m wrapped in chains because I can’t say sorry to you. Not because I don’t mean it— but because it never breaks through. ---

Fractured Mind