Pasha Production - Who fell knows

Heat.
Heat.
Those who fell know the edge nor the ground,
Where your brother turned, where you weren’t found.
Where the night won’t let you breathe just tight,
Everything you built just died overnight.
I broke, I cracked like ice too thin.
Life doesn’t forgive—it cuts deep within.
I pulled myself back from pieces and pain,
Stood up again though nothing remained.
Those who fell, they understand.
Those who live don’t need to stand.
No fake smiles, no disguise.
Truth is screaming deep inside.
I don’t need your fairy tales.
I see fire. I see hell.
And the ones who stood with me,
I won’t betray—that’s who I’ll be.
Not everyone close is a brother to you,
Not everyone stays when your world falls through.
Whispers behind you, fire in their eyes,