Five songs. Five lines. Five versions of me.

• The Good I’ll Do — Zach Bryan

“Won’t you tell me that you need me? ‘Cause lately I’ve been needin’ someone to remind me.”

I don’t always know how to ask for what I need. I act fine. I show up. I keep moving. But sometimes I wish someone would just say it first. That they see me. That they want me here. That I’m not as replaceable as I feel.

• Lose It All — Isaac Mather

“You made it all okay / You carried me through / And I owe it all to you.”

This one’s for the quiet hands that held me when I didn’t deserve it. The people who never asked for recognition, who stood in the shadows but carried my weight anyway. I don’t say thank you enough. But I feel it. Every day.

• Tongue Tied — Chance Peña

“Wanna leave, but I freeze when my feet reach the door. Couldn’t be what I need.”

I’ve walked up to so many edges and backed away. Not because I didn’t want more — but because I didn’t know if I could hold it without falling apart. I get stuck between staying safe and wanting to risk it all for something real.

• doing my best — Hazlett

“I’m okay but kinda upset.”

Honestly? That’s just where I live most of the time. Not breaking, but not fine either. Just getting through it. Showing up when I can. Trying. It doesn’t look like much from the outside, but it’s a full-time job in here.

• Feels Like Home — Caamp

“There’s something in my heart, it feels like fire… and there’s a yearning in the river, and it feels like home.”

That ache — the one I can’t name—it’s always been there. A mix of homesickness and hope, longing and something sacred. I don’t know where “home” is exactly. But I feel it in certain places. Certain people. Certain songs.