Warning Sign / ZiePan feat. Yuma

!! CONTENT WARNINGS: discussions of self harm !! Hi~! It's ZiePan :3 I wrote the lyrics to this song on a train and then missed my stop and turned my 2 hour trip into a 4 hour one ;w; I hope the feelings of this song are communicated well enough considering its a sensitive subject... But I think it's really interesting and not talked about honestly enough! Hope you enjoy it ^^ BUY/DOWNLOAD: https://ziepan.bandcamp.com/track/warning-sign SPOTIFY: https://open.spotify.com/album/3ghoGKfm2D4w7X9P7LMzG6?si=ur9Xs3-cQtuOm2e373etjA APPLE MUSIC: (Coming Soon) & available on other platforms! OFF VOCAL: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1fO7WamiS9WaPYkE2CYRZ43N3yHAUXdhx?usp=drive_link ✧CREDITS✧ ⭑ Music: ZiePan ⭑ Visuals: intk-vis (@inkt-vis.bsky.social) ===LYRICS=== Self-obsessed and two-faced in the ways I sought connection I failed to be as caring as I've led you to believe Endlessly emotional and whiny to a fault Self-destructive in ways that didn't bleed I ran my mouth like crazy searching for an explanation A logical assessment of the way I came to be I'd drive myself to madness when the truth became subjective so I had to shape reality When my mind has been destroyed and I'm left standing in its wake I trust the parts of me that bleed far more than anything I say I want you to know that I am bad news These injuries are part of my design I allow myself to self-abuse In hopes of proving I survived The damage is internal But how are you to know what's going on if it's kept inside? Forgive me, But I don't want your pity Just take this as a warning sign Believe me. I don't want your sympathy. The lines drawn with a razor blade serve as a reflection A confirmation that my warnings aren't an empty threat These cuts display an agency; A violent validation A promise to myself that there are times I can't forget Transgressing social boundaries brings a sense of satisfaction I'm branded with a chosen inability to lie When my mind begins to question if my testimony's fake My body is my alibi It's difficult to talk about the world in which I lived in So symbolism is the language of my messy heart If I can watch my skin repair the perforated tissue Then I can heal the soul that fell apart I know it's quite debatable if I am in the right but is there anybody out there who can say they've done no wrong? I'm trying just as much as anybody to be better I'm trying to believe I can be strong I just want you to know what I have been through It's strange, I know, but what's it to you? If this is how I show that I'm alive The damage is internal but I'll never believe that I am hurt until I see it with both my eyes. Believe me. I don't want your pity I want to prove it's not a lie When I can no longer trust my injured mind Thank you for listening!!