P.Righini, 2026
Morning hits my window, coffee burning down my throat.
Same street, same routine, but I keep pushing on this road.
People rush around me, pretending they’re all fine—
I’ve learned to walk in silence, carry weight that isn’t mine.
No savior, no spotlight—
just the world I drag behind.
And I breathe through the everyday fire,
feet on the ground, getting sick and tired.
I fall, get up, get knocked back down—
still walking through the everyday fire.
News talks like warnings, every headline looks the same.
Work, noise, duty, you just learn to play the game.
Nothing burns forever, nothing ever leaves you clean—
some days you just keep moving through the shit you’ve already seen.
No pity, no glory—
just another fucking night.
And I breathe through the everyday fire,
feet on the ground, getting sick and tired.
I fall, get up, get knocked back down—
still walking through the everyday fire.
Some nights the city’s empty, and I hear what I ignore—
memories, broken voices, things I don’t name anymore.
I stand there for a while with the cold against my skin—
tomorrow comes regardless.
Guess I’ll deal with it then.
So I breathe through the everyday fire,
feet on the ground, getting sick and tired.
I fall, get up, get knocked back down—
still walking through the everyday fire.