Verse 1 Grew up way too early, weight on a kid’s spine House full of sirens, silent cries, sick time Big bro in the spotlight, blood sugar, needles Autism in the wiring, panic hit like sequels Eyes on his demons, so I learned to be the wall Background character, taught myself not to fall Swallowed every sentence, let the pressure compile I mastered being “fine” with a fractured smile Hook I kept it inside, zipped tight, no confessions Built armor out of silence, learned stress as a lesson If nobody’s listening, why scream at the ceiling? So I buried my feelings, started lifting my feelings Verse 2 Truth is—I was breaking too, just quieter pain Anxiety attacks, suicide thoughts in my brain ADHD motor, aggression on go But I boxed it all up, never letting it show Master named Jørgen, threats ringing my ears Violence in the shadows while I swallowed the fear No safety net, no voice, just grit and a grind Survival mode stitched to the back of my mind Hook I kept it inside, zipped tight, no confessions Built armor out of silence, learned stress as a lesson If nobody’s listening, why scream at the ceiling? So I buried my feelings, started lifting my feelings Verse 3 Iron therapy—plates talking back to my chest Every rep was a prayer I could never confess Turned pain into power, sweat washing the doubt But the bottle crept in when the lights went out Drank till I snapped, adrenaline spiked Room full of ruins when the fuse finally lit When you’re never seen, rage learns how to shout And the quiet kid learns what destruction’s about Verse 4 (knife bars – dark, controlled, underground) Long nights, kitchen light, blade cold in my palm Not for the act—just the question, the calm “Is it worth it?” looping, razor-thin thought Edge of existence, weighing all that I’m not Sat with that metal like a mirror to truth Staring down endings I never would choose I didn’t cross lines, I just stood at the gate Arguing with fate, negotiating with fate Outro I’m still here breathing, that’s not luck, that’s will I carried too much, but I carry it still Not a victim, not fragile, just forged in the dark If pain wrote the map, then I followed the scars