I ran dry

[Intro]
[instrumental]

[Verse 1]
There's a tiredness I can't explain.
Not just the body kind.
I feel it when I open my eyes
and the first thought isn't mine.

[Verse 2]
I learned to give on my own.
For a long time, that felt like pride,
but what I gave never came back,
and eventually, I ran dry.

[Verse 3]
But guilt arrived before I could understand.
I don't give from habit, I give from need.
There's something in that role that also shapes me.
Giving it up would mean losing what makes me real.

[Chorus]
The problem was never caring for someone else.
It was giving more and receiving less.
Setting the limits was always up to me,
especially now that my body has run out of will.

[Break]
[instrumental]

[Verse 4]
He got used to me holding everything:
his moods, his silences, his fears.
I always find a way through it,
but he never asks what it costs me.

[Verse 5]
My parents are older and they need me.
But need can turn into something endless.
My absence always becomes a complaint,
like I was never meant for myself.

[Verse 6]
At work I'm the one who handles everything.
The one who holds everyone around me,
even when I am overwhelmed too.
But quiet praise won't hold me.

[Chorus]
The problem was never caring for someone else.
It was giving more and receiving less.
Setting the limits was always up to me,
especially now that my body has run out of will.

[Bridge]
Alongside limits came another truth:
asking to be seen for what I do.
Recognition isn't hunger for praise.
It's the fuel that keeps will ablaze.

[Verse 7]
There are sides of me that never grew up,
because the caregiver in me took all.
I never stopped long enough to ask
who I am without the others' call.

[Final Chorus]
What I have now is more a map than an answer,
setting limits and asking to be seen,
while growing the parts of me still unfinished,
I learn I can exist beyond what's needed.

[Outro]
[instrumental]

Post Punk,, Fast (120-168 BPM), Tense, Introspective, Female Vocals, Electric Guitar, Bass, Drums