[Verse 1]
It starts in my stomach, crawling up my spine,
A static hiss behind my eyes.
Every breath feels like a warning sign,
Even when the room is quiet, I’m not fine.

[Pre-Chorus]
Every phone call rings like thunder,
Every thought pulls me under.

[Chorus]
Anxiety — my cruelest friend,
You know where I break, where I bend.
You hum beneath my skin so sweet,
I surrender — you never sleep.

[Verse 2]
Nothing really helped, ‘Specially not the smoke,
Because you rose up through every choke.
I tell myself, it’s nothing, but you know —
You bloom where silence tends to grow.

[Bridge]
You’re the ghost in every message tone,
The weight that makes the bed my throne.

[Chorus]
Anxiety — my cruelest friend,
You know where I break, where I bend.
You hum beneath my skin so sweet,
I surrender — you never sleep.

[Outro]
Anxiety, take what’s left of me —
At least you never leave.

06 Anxiety [Draft]

[Verse 1]
Want to know why we grip our vices so tight?
It’s because of the demons we fight at night.
You twisted the light till it looked like love,
Made me small just to feel enough.

[Pre-Chorus]
You’d count my steps, the food on my plate,
Called it care but it looked like hate.
Now I flinch at the sound of your name,
Still burning the scent of your blame.

[Chorus]
But thankfully, you were nothing but a habit,
A poison I learned to kick and panic.
You thought you broke me, but I healed through static—
Every scar became a ballad,
And you’re nothing but a habit.

[Verse 2]
You wanted to own every inch of me,
Control the words, the way I breathe.
Egotistical liar with a fragile crown,
Built your power by breaking me down.

[Pre-Chorus]
You wore “love” like a loaded gun,
Pulled the trigger just for fun.
But I’m still here, still standing tall,
I built peace out of your downfall.

[Chorus]
Thankfully, you were nothing but a habit,
A ghost I outgrew, a fever I’ve had it.
You thought I’d stay, but I learned your pattern,
Every bruise became a ballad,
And you’re nothing but a habit.

[Bridge]
You don’t own my silence anymore,
You don’t haunt the cracks in my floor.
Your name’s just noise, your touch—forgotten,
All those nights you left me rotten.

[Final Chorus]
Thankfully, you were nothing but a habit,
I kicked the pain, I broke the static.
Now I breathe in peace like it’s magic—
Every wound became a ballad,
And you’re nothing but a habit.

[Outro]
Want to know why we grip our vices so tight?
It’s the ghosts like you we fight.
But I’m done with the devils I’ve had it—
You’re nothing but a habit.

99 Habit [Draft]

03 Narcissist [Draft]

[Verse 1]
I can feel my skeleton,
Wrists twist, shoulders roll,
Every creak’s a confession
Of the weight I can’t control.
Jaw clicks like a metronome,
Counting down the time,
My body’s tired of holding up
The ghost that lives inside.

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m not old, but I’m breaking,
Bent spine keeps aching,
Bones hum the song
Of a life still shaking.

[Chorus]
Oh, I can feel my skeleton—
It’s just as disappointed in me as I am.
We’ve both been bending,
We’ve both been pretending
That we can still stand.
Oh, it knows we don’t got long,
So it’s best if we get along.

[Verse 2]
Every step’s a compromise,
Pain’s the only friend that stays,
Nerves like frayed electric lines
Sparking through my days.
My ribs hum low,
A warning drum,
Reminding me where I come undone.

[Bridge]
I carry my bones like borrowed time,
Flesh and will in thin disguise,
Every crack a lullaby
Sung to the part of me that won’t die.

[Final Chorus
I can feel my skeleton—
It’s tired but it’s kind,
Whispering softly,
We made it this time.
And though it’s weak, it still belongs,
Yeah… it’s best if we get along.

07 Skeleton [Draft]

(Verse 1)
Mining diamonds in my mind,
'Cause I got nothing but time.
Since I failed suicide,
I’m breathing between the lines.
My mother’s here to help my wife,
Cuz' they said, “wait for your meds,” 
and I lost my mind.

Static hums beneath my skin,
Every thought a violent sin.

(Chorus)
I’m just mining diamonds in my mind,
Pressure makes them every time.
A little shimmer from the grind,
Proof I survived the night.

(Verse 2)
All the ghosts that never slept,
Keep whispering, “don’t forget.”
That pain can polish, pain can bless,
It’s all that’s left of what I kept.

If I make it to the morning’s light,
I’ll call that my paradise.

(Chorus)
Mining diamonds in my mind,
Pressure makes them every time.
A quiet shine, a gentle sign,
I’m still alive tonight.

(Outro)
Endless summer in my head,
Ocean calm and painted red.
Maybe someday I’ll forget,
How close I came — and what I meant.

01 Diamonds [Draft]

Let me tell you a story,
about a little girl called Anastasha, Dawn.
She never could sleep at night,
so she waited for the morning, yawning,
half-alive, half-gone.
The stars whispered louder than her thoughts,
and the ceiling swayed with ghosts she caught.
Every shadow shaped like fear,
every whisper felt too near.
She’d hum lullabies to keep them out,
but silence always learned to shout.
The years went on — she got a little manic,
started drawing pictures in the attic.
Lines on paper, carved in pain,
her heart wrote songs her mouth couldn’t explain.
They said, “She’s creative,”
but it wasn’t art,
it was her mind trying not to fall apart.
Oh, Anastasha,
the mirror’s getting thin,
you look inside and someone else
is looking back again.
She smiled like she believed it,
though her eyes were rimmed with sleep,
and her body carried secrets
that her soul could never keep.
Little Anastasha wasn’t little anymore,
and the monsters in her mind
sat gathered at her door.
They asked to come inside —
she said, “You’re already home.”
The floorboards sighed, the windows moaned,
and she stopped sleeping all alone.
She mixed her thoughts with potions,
with promises and pills,
told herself it’s better than
the nightmares that won’t still.
Said, “I’m not crazy, just awake,”
but the dawn began to ache,
and she’d watch the sunrise shiver
as her hands began to shake.
Every morning felt like mourning,
every night a quiet scream,
and in between the ticking clocks
she lost her chance to dream.
Neighbors heard her pacing,
counting steps in crooked rhyme,
a girl with too much memory
and not enough of time.
Miss Anastasha,
you built your house of thoughts,
each brick a sleepless night,
each window what you lost.
And when the wind came howling,
it spoke in your old tone,
saying, “Come outside, Anastasha —
you’ve been too long alone.”
She lit her candles, ten or twelve,
and prayed to something not herself.
But nothing answered, nothing stirred,
just echoes of her final word:
“I’m tired.”
The curtains closed like eyelids,
the walls exhaled her name,
and in that fragile silence,
she gave herself away.
Now they say the house still hums,
a quiet rhythm, soft and numb.
The floorboards creak like lullabies,
and something whispers when night dies.
“Anastasha, Dawn,” it sighs again,
“Did you ever find the end?”
Let me tell you a story —
about a girl who lost her mind.
She wasn’t evil, she wasn’t kind,
just tired of being left behind.
The world forgot her name one day,
but her echo learned to stay.
And if you listen, soft and slow,
you’ll hear her story —
down below.

08 Story Time (Part I) [Draft]

(Verse 1)
Caught that plane you booked at midnight,
Half-awake, half-alive,
Red wine stains on the window light,
Whiskey hummin’ through my mind.
She laughed — said love feels like a ghost,
And I believed her, I always do.
She was fallin’, slow and close,
And he — he saw it too.

(Chorus)
In the devil’s hotel room,
The wallpaper’s breathin’ shame.
I can’t tell what’s real anymore,
Or if I’m the one to blame.
He wears kindness like a costume,
Then peels it off when the lights are low.
And I’m left countin’ the cracks
In the ceiling I’ll never know.

(Verse 2)
She left — said she couldn’t stay,
Couldn’t fight the ghosts I fed.
But I stayed — I always stay,
Even when I wish I was dead.
The mirror hums his name at night,
He built a home inside my head.
I keep seein’ that hotel light,
Flickerin’ red, red, red.

(Chorus)
In the devil’s hotel room,
Where he rewrote all our lines,
Said “this is love,” then laughed like doom,
And poured another glass of time.
I still taste that fear on my tongue,
Still hear her cryin’ in my dream.
He’s not real, but he’s not gone —
He lives in the in-between.

(Bridge)
I talk to ghosts when I can’t sleep,
They say he never really leaves.
Every touch, every lie,
Is just another way he breathes.

(Outro)
So I drown him slow, in smoke and wine,
Write songs to bleed him dry.
But the devil’s still in room 309 —
And he looks a lot like I.

02 The Devil’s Hotel Room [Draft]

[Verse 1]
Twenty-seven and I dreamed of suicide,
I tried so hard to cross that line.
Pills and smoke and crimson wine,
I mixed them all to blur the time.
But heaven cracked, and the stars aligned,
I found an angel with dreams I could call mine.

[Pre-Chorus]
Now I’m breathing for the both of us,
Haunted by the mercy and the cost…

[Chorus]
I was whispering to ghosts I once belonged to,
Time broke open, bleeding white.
The seconds sank beneath the night.
Little Lily flower,
Born in the shadow’s hour,
You pulled her breath from broken light.

[Verse 2]
Cold hands, and that hospital glow,
Machines hummin’ hymns,  that only I know.
I can’t shake the shadow’s face,
The part of me God won’t erase,
Cuz every time that She cries,
Another part of me dies.

[Pre-Chorus]
And every time she looks at me,
I see the grave I didn’t reach…

[Chorus]
I still kneel at the edge of what He spared me,
A borrowed grace I cannot own.
Her body built her from the bone.
Little Lily flower,
Born from the mercy hour,
I paid the price for her to breathe.

[Bridge]
Now I wear her heartbeat like a scar,
A song that starts where endings are.
I died, but something holy grew,
A bloom that burns in shades of blue.

[Outro]
Twenty-seven dreams undone,
By one small girl, and God’s cruel love.
That little Lily flower, bloomed,
In the place He meant to be my tomb.

05 Little Lily Flower [Draft]

[Verse 1]
We stitched our sins beneath the sheets,
Your breath was smoke, my heart a thief.
I was drowning slow in little white pills,
But you kissed me like the world stood still.

[Pre-Chorus]
That hotel room, our quiet tomb,
Where heaven met my doom.
I was comfortably numb, undone—
You called my chaos love.

[Chorus]
My red thread,
Tied through the fire and the flood,
We survived the devil’s touch,
My forever, my undone.
Even broken, even bled,
You pulled me back from death—
My red thread.

[Verse 2]
You lit my veins with whispered faith,
I wore your scars like holy lace.
Prescription dreams and shadowed eyes,
Still, you stayed through every lie.

[Bridge]
We were poison dressed as prayer,
Two ghosts that learned to care.
If fate’s a cruel design,
Then let it strangle mine.

[Final Chorus]
My red thread,
Woven through the wounds we fed,
We survived the devil’s bed,
And somehow called it love instead.
My forever, my regret,
Still, you’re all I can’t forget—
My red thread.

04 Red Thread [Draft]

Ever feel like you’re just wasting time?
Barely getting by but won’t realign,
Flicker of a thought, gone out of line,
Half-awake under neon signs.
I trace my face in glass online,
Another night, another decline.

Artificial light, keeping me confined,
Eyes burn slow from the endless shine,
Scrolling, falling, pretending I’m fine,
Echoes hum in a hollow mind.
One last sigh —
Wasting time.


08 Story Time (Part I) [Draft]

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