hurts to feelv6

**(Verse 1)** The room is too quiet, and quiet is the loudest sound, I’ve been counting cracks in the ceiling to keep my head above the ground. Your name still tastes like rust on the back of my tongue, Like a wound that never heals, just keeps bleeding slow and wrong. **(Pre-Chorus)** Don’t tell me time will fix it — time just drags the knife across the scar, Every second carves another line where I used to be who you wanted me to be. I’m not begging for forgiveness, I’m just begging for a way to breathe, Without feeling every breath like it’s tearing me apart at the seams. **(Chorus)** So let the dark come in and swallow every lie I ever told, I’d rather drown in this cold truth than live another day inside this hollow gold. Rip the stitches out, let the scars stay raw and ugly and real, Because the worst kind of beauty is the kind that hides how much it hurts to feel. **(Verse 2)** We built a house on sand and called it forever, Now the walls are whispering secrets I never wanted to remember. Every photo’s a landmine, every memory’s a trigger, And I’m walking through this wreckage like a ghost that never figured How to stop being haunted by the things I did and didn’t say, By the love I gave away like it was nothing, like it wouldn’t break me anyway. **(Bridge — низкий, тягучий, нарастающий)** I don’t want to be saved — I don’t deserve the light anymore, Just let me sit in the dark until the pain isn’t something I fight, it’s something I know. Let me wear this emptiness like a second skin, cold and tight, Until the silence stops screaming my name in the middle of the night. **(Breakdown — агрессивно, рублено)** Break me! Burn me! Make me feel something that isn’t numb! I’d rather bleed out loud than die inside and call it “fine”! This cold, this dark, this weight — it’s all I’ve got left now, So take it or leave it — I’m done pretending I know how! **(Chorus — на максимум)** So let the dark come in and swallow every lie I ever told, I’d rather drown in this cold truth than live another day inside this hollow gold. Rip the stitches out, let the scars stay raw and ugly and real, Because the worst kind of beauty is the kind that hides how much it hurts to feel. **(Outro)** Everything I loved turned to ash in my hands, But I’ll hold the heat — it’s the only proof I was ever here at all. Here at all… Here at all…