Hardstuck Storm

Verse 1 It’s quiet after midnight, Monitor glow in the room. Victory screen feels distant, Defeat comes way too soon. I know this map like memory, Every brush and every wall. I know when I should pull the trigger, I know when not to call. I’ve watched my own replays back, Paused on every frame — Trying to find the moment Where I lost the game. But sometimes there isn’t one. Sometimes it’s just the climb. Five players, one thin margin, One mistake in time. Pre-Chorus And I start asking questions I probably shouldn’t ask — If I’m really good enough Or just good at the mask. Because on the Rift I’m lightning, But off it I’m unsure — Why does this rank decide What I feel I’m worth? Chorus Emerald nights and a restless mind, Chasing a rank I can’t seem to find. I land the flank, I make the play, Still watch it slowly slip away. And I tell myself it’s just a game — But it doesn’t feel that way. When the climb feels endless and cold, I wonder how long I’ll hold. Verse 2 I remember when it was simple — Just locking in for fun. No pressure in the loading screen, Just “let’s see what gets done.” Now every match feels heavier, Like something’s on the line. Like Diamond isn’t just a rank — It’s proof that I’m “fine.” I don’t blame my teammates. I don’t blame the queue. I know there’s always something I could’ve done better too. But knowing that doesn’t soften The weight I carry home. It’s strange how five strangers Can make you feel alone. Bridge (Deep reflection) Maybe I tied too much Of who I am To numbers on a screen. Maybe I let a border Decide my confidence In between. But lightning doesn’t ask If the sky believes — It just strikes. And I didn’t put this time in To stop Because it’s hard some nights. Final Chorus (Shift in tone — steady, resolved) Emerald nights built discipline, Every loss carved patience in. Every game I thought I threw Taught me something new. This isn’t luck, this isn’t chance, This is hours, risk, and stance. I’m not stuck — I’m being shaped. Pressure makes the storm awake. So let the promos come and go, Let LP rise and fall — I’m not quitting. Not this season. Not at all. I’ve questioned it. I’ve felt the doubt. I’ve stared at loss screens, counted out. But hear me now — I’m locked in. I’m hitting Diamond. No matter what. And when I do, It won’t be luck — It’ll be every Emerald night That made me tough.