The first time I felt the weight of the world on my chest,
I thought it was something I could outrun.
But now I know, it’s been chasing me for years—
An echo of exhaustion, following every step.
I’m falling behind, and I can’t seem to keep up.
I thought it was something I could outrun.
But now I know, it’s been chasing me for years—
An echo of exhaustion, following every step.
I’m falling behind, and I can’t seem to keep up.