Falling Through Cracks

{soft melancholic piano, distant

crying slide electric guitar,

ambient warm tape hiss} I found an old picture hidden in a

drawer, Smiling like I knew what living was for.

Now I don’t recognize the face I see,

It’s like somebody stole the best of me.

The mirror knows secrets I can’t explain,

Every sunrise just repeats the same pain.

People ask if I’m okay,

I lie again, ’Cause I forgot how happiness begins.

Every laugh feels borrowed,

Every dream feels gone.

I’m still breathing somehow,

But I don’t feel alive for long.

{subtle slow snare rimshot enters}

I miss me…

The kid who could believe.

The one who never questioned If tomorrow meant relief.

Now the sky keeps falling And it won’t let go.

I’m carrying a thousand storms That nobody else knows.

I’m screaming in a crowded room,

But silence answers back.

I didn’t know you could survive While falling through the cracks.

I miss me…

I miss who I used to be.

I’ve built these walls so high they scrape the stars,

Now I’m trapped inside my own scars.

Every memory feels like another goodbye,

To the person I was before I learned to hide.

The world’s too loud,

my heart’s too weak,

I’m exhausted before the week’s halfway.

The weight on my shoulders never leaves,

Even when I fall asleep.

If you saw inside my head,

You’d hear the ceiling caving in.

Every thought becomes another battle That I never seem to win.

I’m not asking for perfection.

I’m not asking to be saved.

I just wanna meet the person That I buried in the pain.

If they’re still somewhere inside me… Please don’t let them fade away.

I miss me…

I miss me… {piano fades out,

single acoustic guitar chord ring,

tape hiss fades}