Staring at the ceiling fan spinning at three in the morning,
Brain frying itself over feelings with zero warning.
I cooked up a whole movie inside my own head,
Believing every sweet little lie that I fed.
Thought it was real, thought the vibe was the same,
Then life slapped me hard right out of that game.
One tight reality check, and the whole dream broke—
Left me sitting here feeling like a total joke.
So listen up, brain, stop messing with me,
Don't fall for illusions that aren't meant to be.
I don't have the guts for another hard hit,
My heart's way too tired for this overthinking shit.
Nobody’s waiting, nobody actually cares,
It’s all just a trap made of smoke and thin air.
When the hostel goes quiet and the fake friends fade,
There’s only one bond that was never self-made.
Just Maa—calling twice just to ask if I ate,
The only one steady when life feels overweight.
Drop all these ghosts that just tear you apart,
And remember who actually holds your whole heart.
