[Intro – cold wind, empty street] Yeah… If being a worm was tragic before… This is the sequel where everything goes wrong. Again. --- [Verse 1 – the fall] Dropped out the dirt like a soul misplaced, Crawled in circles ’cause I had no faith. Sky burning red like it wanted me dead, Sun whisperin’, “Lay down, worm… rest your head.” Pavement cracked like a tombstone grin, Heat rising up like original sin. I tried to crawl back but my body said no— Every inch forward felt like letting go. --- [Hook – nuclear sadness] I’m just a sidewalk worm in a world too cruel, Too small to fight, too dry to move. If destiny’s real, then I guess I learned— Some souls get wings… and some get burned. --- [Verse 2 – hopeless crawl] Rain clouds tease but they never spill, Like mercy’s a thing I’ll never feel. Feet pass by like forgotten gods, Shadows stretch long over broken odds. A kid steps close, but he turns away, Guess even pity has a price these days. Body curling in a question mark shape— Even I don’t know if I’m trying to escape. --- [Pre-Hook – fading] Wind rolls through like a final breath, Every gust hinting at a peaceful death. But worms don’t get heaven, we get heat and stone, We get baked into dust where the lost go alone. --- [Hook – heavier, sadder] I’m just a sidewalk worm in a world too cruel, Too small to fight, too dry to move. If destiny’s written, then my page just burned— Some lives grow strong… and some get returned. --- [Bridge – existential collapse] Maybe in another life I had a spine, Maybe in another life I had more time. Maybe I lived big, maybe I lived loud— Not this quiet creature dying in a crowd. But here I am—fate’s smallest joke, Wishing for rain that never soaked. Summer sun watching like an executioner’s eye, Asking softly, “You ready to die?” --- [Final Hook – absolute darkness] I’m just a sidewalk worm on a world that burns, A fragile life on a path that turns. Some hearts get saved… and some get spurned— But mine just shrivels where no one’s concerned. --- [Outro – a single dry leaf blowing past] If I was born to crawl… Then let the dust take me home. Sidewalk worm… forever unknown. ---

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