I'm a mess

The song sounds like the inner monologue of someone walking through a gray city with their shoulders slumped, but still keeping their fist in their pocket - just in case, so as not to give up. The words come out unevenly, as if the voice is still searching for a way through the noise and the rules imposed by others. Where you want to fall silent, a quiet stubbornness suddenly appears: don't give up, don't dissolve, don't become another shadow in the crowd.

This is music for those days when “it won't work” seems more familiar than “it will work.” But in every line, there is a glimmer of hope - the kind that clings to the light of a lantern in the fog and whispers, “it's not time to leave yet.” And that's why the song, for all its gloom, gives a strange feeling of warmth: as if even the most lost silence can turn into a new voice.