This one is just the audio for my song “hurts to breathe.” It’s a sad one, and it lives in that space where your brain knows it’s “no more than chemicals,” but your chest still doesn’t get the memo. The lyrics are basically me getting torn down and put back together, looping through the same pictures in my head, watching another night pass, and realizing all that’s left is my frame and your regrets. I’m repeating the same core feeling on purpose: it hurts to breathe, it hurts to relive, and if you actually “be yourself,” you might find out you’ve been carrying way more than you thought. There’s also that dissociation thread—“am I even real”—because living in your head can make being human feel like something you forgot how to do. The takeaway isn’t a neat fix; it’s more like: this can’t go on forever, nothing ever stays, and I’m trying to make it through the part where time feels like it’s running out.