Cracks

[Title: Cracks] [Verse 1] First it’s a snap, just a crack in the glass, Blink and you’re under, drowning in the past. The ones you love start dodging your eyes, See the screaming in you but pretend they’re blind. Obvious you’re breaking, that you need a hand, But every word you try to form just sinks like sand. You stand in a room that’s too loud to scream, Mouth on fire, but you’re stuck on mute in the scene. [Pre-Chorus] You tell yourself, “It’s fine, it’s just a phase,” While the pressure writes its name in veins and haze. Every little fracture that you never say Spreads like spiderwebs across another day. [Chorus] First it’s a snap, then the whole pane goes, Shards in your chest where the daylight shows. You’re begging for help in a voiceless cry, Sinking with a smile while they walk on by. You’re waving from the bottom of a clear, dark sea, And they call it “mood” ‘cause they still see “you” on the screen. If nobody hears when your insides crash, Does it still count as breaking, or just cracks in the glass? [Verse 2] You learn how to talk like nothing’s wrong, Turn panic into punchlines, keep it light, keep it long. You shake in the car but you’re calm at the door, Leave every honest tremor on the floor. They say, “Hit me up if you’re not okay,” Then ghost your silence when you fade away. You test the water with a half-true line, Watch it ripple once, then it flatlines. [Pre-Chorus] So you build your mask with a steady hand, Perfect little fragments no one understands. All the help you need sits behind your teeth, Held like broken glass you’re scared to bleed. [Chorus] First it’s a snap, then the whole pane goes, Shards in your chest where the daylight shows. You’re begging for help in a voiceless cry, Sinking with a smile while they walk on by. You’re waving from the bottom of a clear, dark sea, And they call it “mood” ‘cause they still see “you” on the screen. If nobody hears when your insides crash, Does it still count as breaking, or just cracks in the glass? [Bridge] Maybe the anarchy isn’t in the rage, Maybe it’s the nerve to speak outside the cage. One sharp truth in a quiet room, One real sentence like a sonic boom. If the glass has to break for you to survive, Let it shatter loud, let it cut the lies. If they wanted the version that stayed on mute, They were never built for the unmasked you. [Final Chorus] First let it snap, let the whole pane go, Let the real you step through where the fractures show. If they turn away when your voice comes back, Let them walk on the safe side of the glass. You were never meant to drown in this past, Or beg for help in a soundproof mask. If the first sign of life sounds like breaking fast, Call it what it is—finally more than just cracks in the glass.