Skipping the Track

I've been spinning in circles, trapped in my mind,

These scratches tell stories of the pain I can't hide.

I'm echoing memories that I wish would just fade,

Can you turn down the volume on the mess that I've made?

Lost in the static, I'm fighting to breathe.

Help me shine, help me glow, break these chains I carry,

Through the darkness, bring the fight, let my spirit marry.

I’m tired of the echoes, tired of the scars,

Ready for redemption, reaching for the stars.

Every crack in my surface, it cuts like a knife,

I'm a disc with no rhythm, just searching for life.

Feel the pressure of silence, it's heavy and slow,

Can you help me find the light, give me strength to grow?

Shattered and broken, yet deep in my soul.

Help me shine, help me glow, break these chains I carry,

Through the darkness, bring the fight, let my spirit marry.

I’m tired of the echoes, tired of the scars,

Ready for redemption, reaching for the stars.

So take my hand, let’s perfect this flow,

From a disc full of scratches, I’m ready to grow.

I've been spinning in circles, trapped in my mind,

These scratches tell stories of the pain I can't hide.

I'm echoing memories that I wish would just fade,

Can you turn down the volume on the mess that I've made?

Lost in the static, I'm fighting to breathe.

Help me shine, help me glow, break these chains I carry,

Through the darkness, bring the fight, let my spirit marry.

I’m tired of the echoes, tired of the scars,

Ready for redemption, reaching for the stars.

Every crack in my surface, it cuts like a knife,

I'm a disc with no rhythm, just searching for life.

Feel the pressure of silence, it's heavy and slow,

Can you help me find the light, give me strength to grow?

Shattered and broken, yet deep in my soul.

Help me shine, help me glow, break these chains I carry,

Through the darkness, bring the fight, let my spirit marry.

I’m tired of the echoes, tired of the scars,

Ready for redemption, reaching for the stars.

So take my hand, let’s perfect this flow,

From a disc full of scratches, I’m ready to grow.