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(Voice becomes loud, intense, and rapid-fire. Multiple vocal layers for emphasis.)Okay, let’s talk about it! Let’s talk about the fear of the light!Let’s talk about the way I stayed awake every night!Just to argue with a ghost that doesn't even have a name,Putting all the credit on the hurt, putting all the focus on the blame!I’m sick of the "poor me," I’m sick of the "why?"If I’m gonna hit the ground, then I’m gonna hit it fly!You want a change? Then you gotta rip the page out!Stop acting like the world is just a stage for your rage now!(Fast flow)I was buried in the dirt, now I’m growing through the concrete,Every single bitter word is a rhythm to the drumbeat,I don't need a hand-out, I don't need a sympathy,I just need the version of myself that’s finally rid of me!

(Cello enters, adding a deep, vibrating low end. The piano melody starts to climb in pitch.)They tell me, "Just breathe," like I haven't been gasping.Like the peace that I’m seeking isn’t something I’m graspingWith fingers that are bleeding from the walls I’ve been scaling—I’m tired of the trying, I’m tired of the failing. free_sad_nf_type_beat_change_emotional_rap_pian...

(Heavy cinematic drums hit. Distorted bass pulses.)I’m screaming for a change, but the echo is hollow!Searching for a path that my feet can actually follow!Is this the version of me that I’m forced to become?Or am I just a beat that’s waiting for the drum?Yeah, I’m waiting for the drum! (Voice becomes loud, intense, and rapid-fire

(The drums drop out suddenly. The original, soft piano melody returns, but slower.)Finally rid of me.Yeah.I’m still here.But the air feels... different.(Piano fades into a single, sustained low note. Rain sound stops.) Then you gotta rip the page out

(Low, whispered delivery. Very rhythmic, almost spoken word.)Yeah.Looking in the mirror, but I don’t recognize the face anymore.Just a shell of the kid who used to dream of something more.Now I’m locked in a basement of my own design,Tracing every mistake, drawing lines on a timeline.I say I’m fine, but the ink is running dry,Built a ceiling out of clouds so I’d never see the sky.It’s a cycle, right? Wake up, feel the weight,Apologize to shadows for arriving at the gate too late.