Tortured by Rider's Comet with Persephone Page

Written and produced by Ronald Bell and G-Dawg Trading~ 

Title: Still Here Waiting for the Colors(Verse 1 – the low)

I wake up inside the same grey room

Ceiling presses down like wet cement

The air tastes like pennies and perfume

From someone who left three years ago, unspent My bones are full of concrete and rain

Every thought arrives already tired

I tell my hands to move, they just complain

Like they've forgotten how to be inspired (Pre-chorus)

And I remember when the lights were loud

When I could taste electricity on my tongue

Now the circuit's blown, I'm screaming to a crowd

That never showed — the silence won (Chorus)

I'm still here waiting for the colors

Still here counting heartbeats in the dark

Tried to outrun the black dog with my disorders

But it just learned to run beside my heart One more morning, one more cup of nothing

One more promise that I'll try again

Manic depression taught me bluffing

But God, I wish that lying hurt less when I'm still here (Verse 2 – trying to cope)

I make lists of things that used to matter

Cross them off like debts I'll never pay

Brush my teeth and smile in shattered

Mirror pieces — call it a good day I text "I'm fine" with shaking fingers

While the room spins slow like cheap red wine

I tell the mirror I've got this, but it lingers

That old familiar whisper: "You're not even trying" (Bridge – the tiny rebellions)

So I open the window even when it's freezing

Let the wind slap color in my face

I water plants that look like they're leaving

Sing off-key in an empty space I stay.

I stay when every nerve is begging "run"

I stay when the sadness feels like oxygen

I stay because some stupid part of me still

Believes tomorrow might let the light back in (Final Chorus – quieter, bruised but breathing)

I'm still here waiting for the colors

Not the manic blaze, not the blinding white

Just a soft gold hour, just a few less hours

Where the weight lifts enough to feel alright One more morning, cracked but never broken

One more breath I didn't want to take

Manic depression — you haven't spoken

The last word yet… I'm still awake I'm still here (Outro – almost whispered)

Still here.

Still here.

Still...

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