Verse 1:
Woke with the light bleeding through the blinds,
Half-dressed truths in a world that grinds.
Coffee burns, news on mute,
Routine wrapped in a funeral suit.
Outside, the chaos moves in lines,
Dead eyes chasing bottom lines.
One handshake’s fake, one look is real
This is the cost of learning to feel.
Chorus:
A day in the life, grit under skin,
Where the war’s not loud but it still lives within.
One breath forward, one regret behind,
The clock keeps dragging what we’re trying to find.
Verse 2:
Lunch break smoke in a concrete square,
Watching dreams dissolve in office air.
The sun cuts sharp through metal and glass,
While ghosts from the past refuse to pass.
Phone full of texts I’ll never send,
Friends I lost or tried to defend.
It’s not just work that makes us sweat
It’s carrying weight we don’t forget.
Chorus:
A day in the life, grit under skin,
Where the war’s not loud but it still lives within.
One breath forward, one regret behind,
The clock keeps dragging what we’re trying to find.
Bridge:
Night falls and silence speaks,
Truth creeps in where the armor leaks.
In the mirror’s stare, I see the cost,
Of all I gained and what I lost.
Outro:
So here’s to the fight that looks like peace,
To the quiet storms that never cease.
A day in the life, not brave, not clean
Just surviving somewhere in between.