🧠I wrote these lyrics as a poem earlier this year from a moment of deep reflection and the heavy realization of navigating life as an HSP (Highly Sensitive Person). ☕ The song, "Maybe," captures the raw, unfiltered truth of carrying a heavy mind, questioning your place in the world, and learning to sit with your vulnerabilities when everything feels like a storm. ⏳💪🏾

🗝️ This is the human songwriting and raw personal lyrics you count on. At the heart of this song is a heavy ache: accepting the scars, the PTSD, the broken vision, and the moments when you just want to sit the day out. This is a true commitment to finding whatever joy is left, embracing your fragments, and breathing through the weight of "not enough." 🍃🎧

💐 The Inspiration: This track is a real-world exploration of self-acceptance and emotional exhaustion—a sophisticated underground hip-hop soul and chill motivational groove. It's a sonic reminder to welcome your deepest cuts, your solitude, and your messy human truths while finding strength in being beautifully imperfect. 💖✨

🎨 The Real Artist: Art is empty without impact. Beyond this music, I am the founder of S.H.E. Gallery (Sharing His Energy Gallery), an arts and education non-profit dedicated to community empowerment. See the real human the music comes from here: www.sharinghisenergygallery.net 🌍🏛️

Lyrics:

That feeling of maybe
A heavy melancholy
An ache to the heart
A tear to the eye
And then tears to both eyes
That feeling of maybe
Maybe something is wrong with me
Maybe I’m a mistake
A reject
A fake
Maybe no one can truly ever love me
Why would they
My heavy mind
Sad
Hardly here
I felt I had a mission but even that
I don’t know what I’m doing anymore
I used to be heavy with ambition
Now I’m Lost
With a failed vision
And I hustle and I try but I keep on carrying a heavy heart of “not enough” so no one stays and no one cares and guilt comes in and I let it out—-

Exhale

That feeling of maybe I’ll sit this day out
But it’s sunny and i really should be happy inside and out
But I’m gloomy and tearful, maybe I’m fearful
Because I’m doing everything wrong
And I pause and I freeze and I say yes, but don’t please and everything’s work but where did passion go? Am I ungrateful? Crazy? Unloved. Short, ugly. And Strange. And why am I here? Angry and cold. Fairly fast growing old and I’ve burned a few bridges, threw bombs at friends who became foes and boo hood me. And I earned my badges of unliked, hated and mocked. And what’s the point of my job if I can’t reach love. And maybe my heart aches and the tears don’t stop because maybe I’m sad to have lived such a broken life and I’m left with my badges, my bruises and scars, and I’m left with my badges of PTSD and numb and I’m left with this feeling of maybe I’ll just sit this day out.

I’ll just sit this day out.

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