[Intro] In my sleep… dreams fly by. Awake… my promises creep. Tears fall when we weep. When you die, your soul can say goodbye. And in your sleep… I learn your silence. I count your violence— not the kind you do, the kind done to you. When you wake… don't look for me. Just count the cost. Then find me. [Verse 1] You don't drift. You descend. Past the version of you I used to defend. Past the childhood that never ended. Past every hand that pretended. You dream about dying. I know because you smile in your sleep when you do. That's the part I never tell anyone: you're prettiest when you're leaving. I've watched you stop breathing for eleven seconds. Three times. I counted. Not because I was scared. Because I was jealous. You go somewhere I can't follow. Somewhere without me. Somewhere quiet. I don't cry for you. I cry for me— the one who thought love could set you free. But love doesn't save. Love just stays. Even when you burn in your own haze. You asked once, "Why do you stay?" I said, "Because I saw you pray— not to God, but to the ceiling, begging to feel something real." [Pre-Hook] Don't confuse peace with disappearing. Don't confuse my staying with fearing a world without you. I've already lived that. It doesn't kill you. It just turns you flat. I've imagined your funeral so many times I know what I'd wear: black jeans, the boots you hate. I'd stand in the back. I wouldn't cry. Everyone would think I'm strong. But really— I'd already buried you years ago. I was just waiting for the world to catch up. [Hook] While you sleep, I hold the weight you carry through the coma, through the cemetery of all the selves you had to bury. Dreams feel true, but they turn to gray. I'm the one still here when you wake. Dreams are kind. I am not. I'm the floor when the dream rots. If you leave, I won't chain you down. If you stay, I'll learn your shadow. Even lost, I won't watch you drown. You're not my light. You're my gravity. You're the wound that taught me humanity. You're my warmth in the freeze. Can't you see? You're the only one who made me… me. [Verse 2] This world don't heal—it just renames the wound. Call it recovery, still locked in the room. People smile with weights the eyes can't hide. Numb the blood just to feel alive. They sell "healing" in a pill and a promise. But some grief lives in the bone, not the cortex. You don't get clean. You just change costumes. Some nights, silence is the loudest boom. I've held loss where the breath just stops. Don't speak its name 'til the scar tissue drops. Watched people fade tryna "get clean"— caught between a syringe and a broken machine. I watched a man laugh at his own funeral— not dead yet, just too dull to feel usual. This world doesn't break you. It dissolves you slow. Then blames you for not having anywhere to go. Life's a rigged game—fear as the prize. Prey on the weak, call it "wise." Truth gets twisted, lenses get blurred. Smart isn't facts—it's knowing what you heard. Different angles, different sight. One man's shadow, another's light. Neither wrong, neither complete. Just two hearts trying not to retreat. [Bridge] I don't trust what they hand to me. I won't trade my sanity. If I stand, I stand on me— not a system that can't see. I don't need you to be okay. I need you to stop running away from the fact that you're already here. The nightmare doesn't disappear. It just learns your name. I don't want to save you. That's a lie people tell to feel holy. I want to keep you like a scar. Like a mistake I refuse to fix. None of this is an accident. That's the horror of it. I chose this. I choose this. Every morning I wake up and decide: yes, again. [Verse 3] So sleep if you must. I'll watch the door. I'll fight the silence you're sleeping for. But don't mistake my gentleness for weakness. I've buried friends. I've kissed the bleakness. I know what waits if you don't wake up— not death. Just a longer, lonelier cup. Sometimes I wish you'd just do it. Not because I'm cruel. Because the waiting is worse. The half-death. The almost-leaving. The "I'm okay" at 3 AM when your eyes look like two bullet holes. I'd rather mourn a body than keep mourning a person who's still breathing. You said, "You deserve someone whole." I said, "Whole is a lie we tell the soul." Give me the fractured. Give me the frayed. Give me the one who's not afraid to say, "I'm not better, but I'm still here." That's the only vow I hold dear. [Final Hook] While you sleep, I'll fight what's hunting you— not because I can win, but because I promised to. Through the doubt, through the dark you're tracing. Dreams are mercy. Waking is war. But you're not a battlefield anymore. You're a garden I never stopped walking through. [Outro] You're still asleep. You'll never read this. That's the only reason I'm brave enough to say it.
