No Way Back Down

Verse 1]

Fell through a place that had no ground,

No up, no edge, no solid sound.

The walls bent in before they broke,

Like space itself had lost its scope.

She tried to speak—her voice came late,

Like words arrived a second rate.

And every thought she tried to keep

Slipped out of reach, too far, too deep.

Pre-Chorus

A ticking noise with no clear source,

A smile stretched out without a force.

“Which way now?” she tries to say—

But both directions drift away.

Chorus

Round and round, the meaning slips,

Every word falls off her lips.

Left is right and right is gone,

Nothing stays to build upon.

Who are you? The question bends—

Starts again before it ends.

If there’s a truth, it won’t stay still…

And maybe nothing ever will.

Verse 2

The teacups spin but never slow,

The clock hands twitch but never go.

A laugh repeats but doesn’t land,

Like sound forgot how to expand.

The faces change between each blink,

The sky folds in, too close to think.

And every step she tries to take

Rewrites the ground before it breaks.

Pre-Chorus

“Drink this,” “eat that,” “grow,” “be small,”

No rule holds shape, no rule at all.

And every choice she tries to make

Splits in two before it’s made.

Chorus

Round and round, the meaning slips,

Every name dissolves and flips.

Up is down and down won’t stay,

Every path erases way.

Who are you? It asks again,

But now the question doesn’t end.

If there’s a self she’s meant to be—

It’s buried under “maybe.”

Bridge

The grin stays wide when all else fades,

Hanging there like it’s been saved.

Not alive, not gone, not through—

Just waiting there to answer “you.”

And somewhere deep beneath the noise,

There’s something that enjoys

The way she tries to understand

A world that won’t stay in her hand.

Build

Don’t think—

Don’t name—

Don’t try—

Don’t claim—

Let go—

Let slip—

Let fall—

Let—

DROP

No sense—

No frame—

No self—

No name—

Just loop—

Just drift—

Just split—

Just shift—

No end—

No start—

No whole—

No part—

Just here—

Just now—

Just—

…how?

Final Chorus

Round and round, it pulls her thin,

Wearing down what’s left within.

Every answer turns to doubt,

Every inside turns to out.

Who was she? It doesn’t matter,

All that was begins to scatter.

If she ever had a place—

It’s gone without a trace.

Outro

She tries to wake—but wakes to this,

Another version, another twist.

No surface waits, no world above,

No memory she can think of.

And somewhere in the endless spin…

A voice that sounds a lot like her

Whispers—

“You’ve always been here.”