Ballad From the Bottom

[Verse 1]
I used to pray for peace of mind,
Now I pray the voices fight.
Therapist said, “Try to journal,”
So I carved my name into the urinal.

I’ve been clean for three whole days—
Still dream of pills and sideways praise.
I laugh so loud I drown the screams,
And I sleep with guilt tucked in my jeans.

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[Pre-Chorus]
They say rock bottom builds you up…
But I built a throne out of the dust.

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[Chorus]
This is my ballad from the bottom—
No hope, no fix, just the hurt I got in.
It ain’t pretty, but it’s mine to sing—
Like a funeral with guitar strings.

So light me up, I’m already rotten—
Raise a glass to the pain I’ve forgotten.
You want truth?
Here’s every scar I’ve got ‘em—
This is my ballad…
From the fucking bottom.

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[Verse 2]
I kissed a girl to feel alive,
Then ghosted her before sunrise.
Told my mom I’m doing fine,
While I bled out on another line.

They say “you’re strong, you’re such a fighter,”
But they don’t see me choke the lighter.
This smile’s stitched with razor thread—
And every song’s a note I never said.

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[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t pity me, I made this bed—
With empty bottles and things unsaid.

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[Chorus]
This is my ballad from the bottom—
Where angels leave and demons blossom.
I scream in chords, I drown in sound—
Each note’s a grave I never found.

So play me loud, until I’m forgotten—
Just one more name that pain has gotten.
And if I fall, then fall full throttle—
This is my ballad…
From the fucking bottom.

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[Bridge – Quiet, then explosive]
“Are you okay?”
…you really wanna know?
I wrote this song instead of letting go.

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[Final Chorus – Raw, no filter]
This is my ballad from the bottom—
No redemption, just what’s honest.
Scream my name in distortion and smoke—
Let the record skip until I choke.

No peace, no clean, no fucking stardom—
Just a mess with a melody…
From the fucking bottom.

Mid-tempo grunge ballad. Gritty, emotional male vocals. Raw confessional tone. Starts soft, ends loud. Explicit okay.