Lyrics:

I wake to footprints no one makes,
small shoes waiting by the door.
Your name still floats in dust and light,
a paper star on the bedroom floor.
I set a place I know you’ll miss,
pour two cups out of old routine;
the quiet hums a hollow hymn,
and time moves on, but not for me.

How do you go on when the world stands still?
One breath at a time, one step uphill.
I’ll learn to live with the ache, not past it—through,
and say your name like a light in the room.
Love doesn’t end; it changes form,
I’ll carry your dawn through every storm.

I carry you.
I carry you home.

A birthday passes, candles cold,
the swing out back keeps swaying slow.
Your sweater holds the shape of you,
my hands still fold it like before.
Neighbors speak in softer tones,
I nod and keep the garden fed;
I plant your favorite flower seeds,
they bloom in blue where tears were shed.

How do you go on when the world stands still?
One breath at a time, one step uphill.
I’ll learn to live with the ache, not past it—through,
and say your name like a light in the room.
Love doesn’t end; it changes form,
I’ll carry your dawn through every storm.

We make a box of little things—
a painted stone, a folded note.
We tell your jokes at dinnertime,
so laughter has a place to go.
I find you in the smallest signs:
a sparrow’s tilt, a midnight star;
I speak to you in open doors,
and walk ahead, but not too far.

Some days I break, some days I float,
both are honest, both are true.
If grief’s a sea, then love’s the boat—
and I will cross it holding you.
We’ll build a future round your name,
not moving on, but moving with—
a gentle thread through everything,
a promise I will not forget.

How do you go on when the world stands still?
One breath at a time, one step uphill.
I’ll learn to live with the ache, not past it—through,
and say your name like a light in the room.
Love doesn’t end; it changes form,
I’ll carry your dawn through every storm.

I carry you.
I carry you home.
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Track: I Carry You
Lyrics: NTENSEIFIED
Music & Vocals: NTENSEIFIED
Produced By: NTENSEIFIED

I Carry You

This is an Original Album entirely Written by Me. Every Word, Every Sound, Every Emotion comes straight from me. Welcome to a Dark & Sensual Universe

03. One Look At You

Lyrics

They say it’s self-destruction.
But no one ever asks why it feels familiar.

He walks the road that already broke him once,
Calls it bad luck, never calls it choice.
Every warning sign gets folded into fate,
Every open door feels suspiciously fake.

She lights the fire, then flinches at the flame,
Says “that’s just life,” like pain’s her given name.
They swear they’re searching, swear they want release,
But every step toward light makes them uneasy.

Is it desire — or fear with better timing?
Is it strength, or just damage in disguise?
If the dark’s predictable, at least it’s kind
To the parts of them that already died.

Do their demons love them — or do they love their demons?
Why does falling feel honest while healing feels treason?
Does the soul enjoy the terror, the tightening chest,
Or is fear just the only thing it’s ever met?

Do the demons know their names…
Or were they taught to stay?

They call it truth when it’s trauma rehearsed,
Call it depth when peace feels worse.
They sabotage calm ‘cause calm asks why,
And answers mean letting the past die.

Every mirror becomes a silent threat,
Every chance to rise feels like a bet.
They’d rather burn slow where the rules are known
Than stand in the light feeling overexposed.

Is the spiral a craving or learned behavior?
Is descent mistaken for flavour?
If love never wounded, would they trust its sound —
Or run back to the pain that won’t let them down?

Do their demons love them — or do they love their demons?
Why does chaos feel safer than being seen?
Is the soul addicted to proving it survives,
Or terrified of a gentler kind of alive?

Do the demons keep them brave…
Or just keep them unchanged?

Maybe the soul doesn’t crave the fall.
Maybe it’s never known light at all.
If fear was the language that taught them to cope,
Then peace feels like losing the rope.

And pain becomes proof they’re still real,
While healing feels like something they don’t deserve to feel.

What if demons aren’t evil inside,
Just signals saying there’s another side?
What if the descent was never the aim,
Just the cost of mistaking fear for a name?

They don’t think the soul enjoys the suffering.
They think it stayed there
Because it didn’t know
Anything else was real.

DaemAns

Fucking Ugly UvU

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