‪@pandarider-x1c‬ BEFORE THE END OF THE MONTH-Music Park

[Lyrics] Neon still burning The sky’s not awake The city starts+ breathing I’m already on my way --- Six‑thirty ringing, the sun’s not around Out of the door, leave my dreams on the ground Badge on my chest, put a smile in place Another long day just to earn my space The meeting room’s cold, my voice too low Say it again but nobody knows Overtime hours, the pay’s the same I write my name down, no one remembers my name --- Rush hour tunnels, trains packed tight Heartbeats racing under collar and tie Clock in on time, clock out delayed Rules on the wall say “don’t complain” Numbers go first, people go last Do a bit more, still not fast Promotion papers locked in a drawer Hard work here means “do it more” They talk futures, charts and plans I just wanna know where this month lands Dreams cost money, reality’s quick One step slower and you’re out of the list --- At the start of the month I still believe By the end I just try to breathe Prices go up, every single day My worth stays frozen, stuck in place I’m not scared of work, I’m not scared of pain Just scared it’s all for nothing again At the start I think there’s a way out Hard work means something, no doubt By the end my steps feel slow But I’m still moving, I still go Low paid life in a high‑cost town The world keeps pushing, won’t let me down Even with my hands all torn and bent I stay on my knees — I don’t get to choose, I’m spent --- Get home late, the house is quiet Lights come on, my head gets violent They ask me “how was your day?” I say “I’m fine” in the safest way Parents older, voices slow Dreams are words I don’t say anymore They just ask if I can hold it up I don’t tell them I’m fucked up Yellow lights, it’s deep past ten Bank account keeps calling again Bills in lines, one after one Can’t think of getting sick, just paying them done I’m stuck between, no room to fall Kids look up like I know it all School trips, fees, another plan Every future — something I have to cancel, man If I fall, everything breaks So my steps don’t get to shake I swallow the weight with the night --- At the start of the month I still believe By the end I just try to breathe I’m not scared of work, I’m not scared of pain Just scared it’s all for nothing again If the world can hear me now I just wanna say — I’m still around --- (half‑time) If this city Never waits for anyone I’ll walk slower Till the morning comes --- Contact lists getting shorter each year Meeting up feels risky, not sincere Not no love, just no spare cash “Let’s do it sometime” turns into past Smiles turn into social currency Truth feels heavy, no space for honesty Wear the mask for so long I can’t see Which face is yours, which one is me Streets go quiet, neon still alive Breathing’s the only proof I survive If the world refuses to hear my sound I’ll keep walking till the sun comes around --- Before the end of the month I’m still moving on Even when the strength feels gone This city shines so bright at night Doesn’t see me — I make my own light At the start of the month I still believe By the end I just try to breathe The city glows behind my skin I walk slow But I never quit