The story
He cannot outrun the noise in his own head.
He stands in a room that will not settle, with the clock too loud and the silence even louder, trying to talk himself out of the spiral. Every breath meets another thought, another small disaster, until stillness feels like a dare and the night keeps pressing in. He asks for calm, but the room answers with the ache of waiting.
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Lyrics
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