Lyrics
[Intro - soft / distant] There used to be quiet. I think. I just don’t remember what it sounded like. [Verse 1 - low / measured rap] I wake up with a room full of reasons to panic, nothing on fire, but I still can’t stand it. Heart doing laps like it heard bad news, hands staying cold while I’m tying my shoes. Everybody says, “You good?” I say, “Yeah, I’m fine.” Like that little lie hasn’t kept me alive through every bad week I could not explain, every calm day that still felt unsafe. I keep my headphones loud just to drown out thought, but the noise lives deeper than the sound I bought. It’s in my stomach, it’s under my skin, it’s the part of the day where I can’t settle in. I miss a mind that could sit in a room without looking for a reason to brace for doom. I miss being tired and calling it sleep, not wondering what’s waiting underneath. [Pre-Chorus - violin rises] I do not need a crowd to feel crowded. I do not need a fight to be afraid. There’s a war in the quiet I never invited. And it keeps finding new ways to stay. [Chorus - aching / melodic] There’s no quiet left, not inside my chest. Every little silence turns into a test. I keep running from a sound that nobody else can hear, trying to call it nothing while it follows me near. There’s no quiet left, only pressure in the air. I keep saying I am okay like somebody’s listening there. If peace is still around, tell it I miss it best. Because there’s no quiet... no quiet left. [Verse 2 - sharper / faster rap] I’m tired of reacting before I know the cause, tired of rereading every look, every pause. Tired of a normal conversation turning into ten imagined complications. Tired of keeping notes so I know what was said, tired of checking old messages before I trust my head. Tired of wondering if I missed a sign, if the truth changed shape when I looked away one time. And I know that sounds hard to explain. How do you describe a storm with no rain? How do you tell someone your body feels trapped when nobody touched you and nothing attacked? So I make songs. I make rooms out of sound. I put all the noise somewhere it can sit down. I make a beat, then I give it a name, and for three minutes, the feeling behaves. But when the track ends, it comes back slow, sits at the edge of my bed like it already knows I will wake up and carry it again, smiling like I have not been fighting within. [Pre-Chorus - softer] I do not need a reason to start shaking. I do not need a threat to lose the ground. Some things move in softly and never leave. Some things become the background. [Chorus - fuller] There’s no quiet left, not inside my chest. Every little silence turns into a test. I keep running from a sound that nobody else can hear, trying to call it nothing while it follows me near. There’s no quiet left, only pressure in the air. I keep saying I am okay like somebody’s listening there. If peace is still around, tell it I miss it best. Because there’s no quiet... no quiet left. [Bridge - stripped back / violin solo] Maybe I am not broken. Maybe I am just tired of staying ready. Maybe my body learned danger too well and forgot how to set it down. Maybe one day I will hear a room and not expect it to turn on me. [Breakdown - raw rap] I do not want a perfect life. I do not need a world that bends. I just want one night where my heartbeat is not trying to predict the end. I want to hear my own thoughts without them raising their voice. I want to sit in stillness and have it feel like a choice. I want to stop mistaking peace for the second before impact. I want to stop asking every good day how long before you take that back. But until then, I will keep making noise out of the noise. I will keep turning the weight into a voice. [Final Chorus - lifted / emotional] There’s no quiet left, not inside my chest Every little silence turns into a test. But I am still here, even when the fear gets near. Even when the whole inside is louder than I can hear. There’s no quiet left, but I have not disappeared. I am more than every panic I have carried through the years. And maybe peace will find me when I need it best. Until then I’ll make music from the quiet I have left. [Outro - spoken] There used to be quiet. I think. Maybe I can find it again.