[Intro – distorted cello riff, sub-bass, glitch texture]

(spoken, low)
You wanna hear my story?
Fine.
But don’t flinch when it gets ugly.

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[Verse 1 – Rap, tight cadence, aggressive]

Here’s my story — no filter, no glory,
No sympathy tour, no tragic category.
Just a mind that drags me back to twenty-twenty-three,
Like my worst night still has custody of me.

Yeah, I almost gave in.
Almost let the darkness take ahold of me.
And I carry that weight like it branded my name,
Like surviving somehow means I should feel shame.

Tell me —
Why does pain come with a verdict?
Why does hurting make you feel worthless?
Why does asking for help feel selfish?
Why do we crucify the ones who almost couldn’t take it?

I hate that I almost gave up.
Hate that I broke down.
Hate that guilt still sits in my chest
Like I owe the world for sticking around.

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[Metalcore Hit – half scream, half clean]

You call that weakness?
I call it fighting for survival.

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[Verse 2 – Faster rap, more venom]

Independent kid in a fractured home,
Learned how to bleed but not how to be known.
Home was fear, not safety or love,
Watching other families made me feel not enough.

So when someone said “I want you” —
I swallowed the hook and called it truth.
Stayed in a lie dressed up as affection,
Stayed in control disguised as protection.

Gaslit into thinking I was insane.
Manipulated until I felt ashamed.
Told I was unlovable — over and over,
Till I started repeating it sober.

And the worst part?
I believed it.
That’s what pain does —
It doesn’t just hurt you.
It rewrites you.

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[Pre-Chorus – melodic but tense]

You think your hard doesn’t count.
You think you didn't have a reason to drown.
But pain isn’t a competition —
It’s just heavy when you’re carrying it alone.

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[Chorus – full scream, heavy guitars slam in]

WE ALL HAVE OUR HARD.
Different wounds, same war.
You don’t need permission
To feel like you’re falling apart.

Fight for another day.
Even when you don’t know why.
You don’t need a reason
To justify surviving the night.

WE ALL HAVE OUR HARD.
And sometimes it leaves a scar.
But the fact that you’re still breathing
Means you’ve already come so far.

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[Verse 3 – Rap, darker but controlled anger]

I’ve laid on the floor as I bled wondering how I got there.
I’ve stared at the ceiling like God didn’t care.
I’ve been told I was dramatic, broken, too much,
Too weak when I hurt, to shut up when m too loud

Police lights, cold rooms, judgment in white coats, medications that only numb you, Bills I couldn’t pay and labels that didn’t seem to fit. Called selfish. Called stupid. Called unstable. Its Funny how they never ask what put you on that table.

And I’m angry.
Yeah, I’m fucking angry.
Not because I’m fragile —
Because I survived what tried to bury me. only to receive shame in return

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[Breakdown – screamed, raw]

YOU DON’T GET TO TELL ME
MY HARD ISN’T HARD.
YOU DON’T GET TO TELL ME
I SHOULD’VE BEEN STRONGER FROM THE START.

I WAS FIGHTING FOR MY LIFE
IN A ROOM YOU NEVER SAW.
DON’T YOU DARE CALL IT WEAKNESS
WHEN I’M STILL STANDING AFTER IT ALL.

(drop to silence for half beat)

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[Final Chorus – bigger, layered, almost anthemic]

WE ALL HAVE OUR HARD.
Yours counts just like mine.
You don’t need trauma comparisons
To prove you’re barely fine.

Fight for another day.
Even if you’re shaking inside.
You don’t have to earn the right
To survive.

WE ALL HAVE OUR HARD.
And it doesn’t make you less.
It just means you’re human
Trying to breathe through the mess.

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[Outro – cello only, low spoken]

Here’s my long story cut short.
Not pretty. Not clean.
But I’m still here fighting.

And that means something to me.