Im writingv6

[Verse 1] I’m writing this out in English now, coffee ring drying on the desk. No big speech, just the words I use when I’m too wired to pretend I’m fine. Phone face-down, keys in the bowl, the room hums on the fridge’s hiss. I keep circling the same small thing, like it might make sense if I stay with it. [Chorus] I don’t need a clean excuse, I just need a line that holds. Something plain enough to carry all the things I can’t quite say out loud. If it comes out rough, let it be rough, if it comes out slow, I’ll take it. I’m not chasing a perfect ending, just a way to leave a mark. [Verse 2] It’s the stain by the keyboard, the train that shook the cup of pens, the half-open window letting in sirens, a dog bark, someone laughing below. I wrote your name, then erased it, left the ghost of it in the margin. Some days that’s how it goes: a whole conversation in a scratched-out line. [Chorus] I don’t need a clean excuse, I just need a line that holds. Something plain enough to carry all the things I can’t quite say out loud. If it comes out rough, let it be rough, if it comes out slow, I’ll take it. I’m not chasing a perfect ending, just a way to leave a mark. [Bridge] Maybe the page is enough for now. Maybe the honest part is the mess. I keep the lamp on, start again, same desk, same stain, different words. [Final Chorus] I don’t need a clean excuse, I just need a line that holds. Something plain enough to carry all the things I can’t quite say out loud. If it comes out rough, let it be rough, if it comes out slow, I’ll take it. I’m not chasing a perfect ending, just a way to leave a mark.