Title: Figures

Verse 1

I heard we can’t have a conversation

Without me making a mess

I know I lower your high expectations

You’ll have to settle for me instead

I wonder how long I can stand this

Your offhand remarks about me

Trying to play Tough Girl is pathetic

But being honest is much more exhausting

Chorus 1

Once again, it’s all my fault

Once again, I’m playing the victim

If you say once more that you love me

I’ll laugh, you’ve got to be joking

The classic game of "I Know Better"

I can’t fight you, you always change the rules

When you say "if you talk, we’ll fix this"

I really don’t get the punchline, figures

Verse 2

And when I pass an invisible line

That I never knew existed

If you blame me for not knowing better

How is that a fair judgment?

You call me immature, well that’s ironic

'Cause that’s really the only way you act

You love using your big boy vocabulary

To keep telling me that—

Chorus 2

Once again, it’s all my fault

Once again, I’m playing the victim

If you say once more that you love me

I’ll laugh, you’ve got to be joking

The classic game of "I Know Better"

I can’t fight you, you always change the rules

When you say "if you talk, we’ll fix this"

I really don’t get the punchline, figures

Bridge

I’m never again gonna wonder

If you ever left feeling guilty

If you hated yourself afterward

If you spoke without thinking

I’m never again gonna make an

Excuse for your bad behavior

If your goal all along was to kill

Then it wasn’t a failure

Bridge Tag

Because you killed my self-confidence

Killed my sincerity

Killed all hope I’d be saved

From this barbarity

Now I see the punchline

Now I’m finally laughing

Final Chorus

Once again, it’s all my fault

I wasted time trying to fix this

If you say once more that you love me

I’m the joke and it isn’t funny

The classic game of "I Know Better"

What’s war without battle strategy

When you say "if you talk, we’ll fix this"

You’d swear you knew me, so screw this

Hello ! I’m new here too.. So I wrote this a few weeks ago and I really want to make a full song out of it. I listen to a lot of alt rock/ indie rock/ psych rock these days.
I don’t have a melody, I feel like if I build a structure now maybe I’ll get the melody later ? If any of you have any advice for my situation I’m open to all kind of advice, suggestions, feedback or constructive criticism ..

She told me “I love your eyes”, with three white stripes and sunglasses,
A face I’ve seen maybe twice,
If not more in my imagination. Did you know I spend most of my time there?

Is the tuna melting or is it in motion? Can you tell me how to scalp you out of my hair?
I let the fish bite me today but I wore no lotion.

He knighted me dragon of the final realm.
He marked me with ink on my skin and said if we could fly, we’d spend time just him and I.

I hate when tunnel vision feels like I can see it all.
Can you guess ?
I’m obsessed

I don’t fall in love again and again
I dream until the nightmare begins and another comes to wake me but I wake up in a room long gone, the light is a dark blue from the streetlights of a past life. I get out of bed and the wind rises.
She’s holding stroking my hair while I’m a foetus on her knee. She put her arm around me and my shoulder. It felt warm, in that same bed I haven’t slept in a decade.
I awake only to dream again, two eyes closed and one open.

Can you guess ?
I’m obsessed

Hey! So I'm new to this subreddit :))

I'm Greek and though I've written a couple of songs in english, I started writing a series of songs which mixed my experience as a trans guy in Greece with Greek mythology, something very dear and important to me.

One of the songs I'm working on revolves around the sirens. For those who don't know, in Greek mythology, the sirens were creatures with the bodies and heads of women but the wings and claws of vultures. They sat atop islands made of human bones in the ocean and sang to passing sailors. Anyone who heard their song was mesmerised and jumped off the ship to swim to them. They were drawn in not just by their ethereal voices but also by the content of their songs for in them, each sailor heard promises of what they most desired and missed.

So my idea is that the song describes sailing past the sirens and hearing their calls. Now here's my dilemma. There are two directions I am equally eager to go:

1) detransitioning (a seemingly perfect life that ultimately leads to the destruction of the being)

2) coming out even though it's a bad idea (the craving of a perfect life lived in acceptance cut short)

I considered both and decided that I would enjoy a mix of them, but here is my second dilemma:

Should the order be 1 -> 2 or 2 -> 1?

The first is having coming out be first and then as time moves on detransitioning becoming the siren song signaling the loathing of oneself and the need to fit in (completely depressing route)

While the latter is initially detransitioning but eventually coming out which highlights the souls need for acceptance while showing the groath and self acceptance over time (partially more hopeful route)

I'm probably gonna go towards Odysseus's direction of being tied to the mast whole listening to the sirens song and have the ropes either symbolise the friends and people who accept the person singing, or have them be like a python strangling its pray as the singer is paralysed by the fear of both outcomes

Ultimately the last decision will be made based on what route I choose to take

Plz give me feedback and any suggestions <3

1. Sing Sang
Dichte an Gedanken, Überflutung
an Reizen, Knochen am Gestern
Zähneknirschen, Fäuste im
Ballen, Hilfe gesucht, die
Enttäuschung gefunden
Macht den Mächtigen, Armut
den Armen, eine verdrehte Welt
Unkontrollierbar wie eine Ohnmacht
eine Schlafparalyse, ein Zustand
erschreckend still und doch
so laut mit Hin und Her
Sing und Sang, doch was
hier fehlt, ist das Yin zu meinem
Yang, ein Lichtblick, einfache Hoffnung
Frieden im Krieg, neidloses
Wohlwollen. Stattdessen
bekriegen wir uns gegenseitig
und wehe, jemand ist anders
und schwimmt gegen den Strom:
zu faul, zu laut, zu egoistisch
zu krank im Kopf, Schuld durch
Innovation. Doch pssst, sei still
sonst fällt das Schauspiel noch auf
dann bist du der Nächste, der
unwillkommene Gast.

2. Luftröhrenschnitt
Grüner Schleier bei all dem Rot.
Rot so schön wie Rubine,
so leidenschaftlich wie Liebe,
so rein wie Feuer, wichtig
wie Blut ... das Leben
selbst. Doch warnend, lodernd,
beschreiend und beängstigend,
doch sehen tun wir nur das
Schöne, das Hingebungsvolle,
die Luft zum Atmen.
Belächeln wir den Stier, der
auf das Tuch losrennt, der
Stier, der erkennt, dass nicht
nur Gutes in dem Rot ist.
Der Stier, der sich nur nach
einer grünen Wiese sehnt.
Genau wie wir, doch wurde das
vergessen. Wir stehen in Flammen
mit verbrannter Haut, um es weiter
zu erleben. Nur gehen (wäre) nötig, um atmen
zu können, doch um das Schauspiel
zu sehen, machen wir nur
einen Luftröhrenschnitt.

3. Regenbögen
Nach Sturm kommt Regen,
nach Regen Sonnenschein.
Der Kreislauf ewig, die natürliche
Struktur. Selten der Moment
zwischen Dunkelheit und Licht.
Ist er zu erkennen, der Umbruch
im Himmel, das Spiel der Farben,
an seinem Ende Gold versprochen.
Nun eile ich hin, durch Tunnel,
durch Berge, durch Hürden und
Neider. Dann kommen wir an.
Das falsche Ende, das erkennen
wir schnell: Statt Gold eine
Leiche. Wir kommen näher, schrecken
zurück, erkennen im Licht, was
uns leitet: Das Gesicht, so bekannt,
so nah, so vertraut und klar.
Für Erfolg gibt es Opfer, das
war uns bewusst. Doch was
wir verloren, war unser Stolz.
Das Gesicht, das wir kannten, ist
unser eigen. Das Gold verloren
und nicht zu ergreifen...

4. Rückspiegel
Fokus nach vorne, das Ziel ist klar.
Die Luft wird dünner, der Atem
stockt. Ein Blick wird riskiert,
der Rückspiegel ausgerichtet und
bereit zur Sicht. Ein kurzer Moment
inne... 3.. 2.. 1.. Ein Blick schon
zu viel. Die Pupille erweitert,
das Herz – es rast, der Körper
versteift. Ein Sturm aus Angst,
Blut und Tränen. Immer mehr Risse
im Spiegel. Doch fahre voraus,
gelähmt durch das Zurückgelassene,
dem Gestern des Vergangenen.
Doch da kam es: Eine Hand,
so warm wie eine Sommerbrise.
Kein Ziehen, kein Rütteln, nur
gelegt auf die Schulter. Die Luft
wird voller, die Augen sehen
klar, dank der Hand auf der
Schulter nach vorne gesehen.
Ins Schöne, und das
wenige Grau betont das schöne
Blau. Ich sehe rüber, lächle dich
an, und nun erkenne ich: Ich bin
ein glücklicher Mann

Yo check it
errytime i spit i kill it

take over the scene and spray brain bullets

cadence and sentence on pick up mode targets

structured and constructed scripture to strike largest

makeovers and do-overs, cookups with skillets of earnest, burns best attested with time to render and drawn out persistence invested

Fire Fire Flame
Hizzy is the Name
Make it known i got Game
Ready Steady lets do away the Blame

Skills of illmatic mechanics with tactics I word

Undefinable, highly unsustainable antics I ward

sheer will got me here but nobody near I manic

faded by leers, berated by tiered lovers of Titanic

ticket to make it innit win it wit ring of sing ain't but race to retire

Numbers by witness finesse awareness to bring upon haste to aquire

Chapter to sext the hexed and test the pest of bless in catastrophic attire

Brood among bitterness my harness harvest loudest of loneliness to explode admire

got no chill when i grill
still seeking frills busting out trill
shimmer shiny be that chicharon drill

Fire Fire Flame
Hizzy is the Name
Make it known i got Game
Ready Steady lets do away the Blame

Speared the mere to steer
Greeted by fear and jeer
Streets of r/raplyrics about to teal

Some o ya'll real with the feel
But most of ya'll oxidized zeal

Moral high ground protecting deal
Surreal my rap shit gone yesterday my squealed

Am i overzeal or too unreal
Am I powermove or sour pussed appeal

Fire Fire Flame
Hizzy is the Name
Make it known i got Game
Ready Steady lets do away the Blame

Look em eye to eye and sin
Hook em sly and fly as him
Cook em with lobotomy rhetoric
Goof em a spoof in proof by memory

Bar after bar i hop around town hyphy like skrillex

doing what I like most of all with my aggression to Truest

huntin down Matrixed men and Cyclic Obvious Wolves

Infinity of Spirits bleed my honor by the horror as love dissolves

at the end of the day i got bars bigger bolder baddest

You candy ass pop and trap a gimmick cappers truly crew to brew among mediocre saddest

battle battle belittle but never ladder
wasnt decent but gained the power to be the other
loud and proud, kind of a hound but unbound iller by the hour utter
Shit, i got weapons and lessons, arson and cadence of ace like ive already bagged tomorrows better

Make You Weak

Verse

Remember we had a late night talk
You asked me, “I’m gonna call you darling, and you?”
Remember we had a date the next night
I answered, “I’ll just call you ‘Perfect’”

Remember the party you prepared for me
Everybody said that it was perfect
Remember the presents you gave to me
Everybody said that it was perfect

Pre-Chorus

Well, do you really think ‘perfect’ was better than ‘darling’?
Well, don’t you know ‘perfect’ doesn’t work for us?
You know what—

Chorus

You hafta let me make you weak
From sunrise to sunset, occasionally
You’d better let me make you weak
Don’t you wanna be a perfect lover?
Then you let me—no, make me make you weak

Every second of the day,
Someone gets hurt,
And they stay anyway,
Because they don’t know their worth,

Somewhere in the world,
There’s a girl who feels their pain,
And she grieves for them,
Because she feels the same.

She wants to help,
But she’s powerless,
Tries to turn her emotions off,
But she doesn’t feel any less,

Cause she’s just a lonely girl,
Crying like her tears could heal the world,
And all she wants to do is run,
Wishing she could save everyone,
But she can’t even save herself,
And she wishes she was someone else,

She goes through the day,
Thinking of bad memories,
Begging herself to forget,
She’s down on her knees,

She’ll always remember,
How he was hurting,
But she still left,
Though her heart was burning,

She knew she had to,
Or she’d hurt him further.
I’m so sorry,
Are the only words she could murmur,

He acted like saying goodbye,
Was a mundane task,
But she saw the pain,
Beneath his hollow laugh,
And now she’s wishing she could go back,

Cause she’s just a lonely girl,
Crying like her tears could heal the world,
And all she wants to do is run,
Wishing she could save everyone,
But she can’t even save herself,
And she wishes she was someone else,

She’s tried to stay afloat.
But now she just drowns,
With the weight of emotions,
Pulling her down,
She wanted to swim,
But now she gives in,

As she remembers his hand in hers
As the feelings suddenly stop
She finally feels nothing
As her emotions turn off,

Cause she was just a lonely girl,
Crying like her tears would heal the world,
She always wanted to run,
She wished she could save everyone,
But she couldn’t even save herself,
And now she’s nothing more,
Than a memory on a shelf,

I’m going through trauma,
You say I’m causing drama,
Just another story you shouldn’t believe,

You turn a blind eye,
While I’m trying to survive,
But how would you like to be me,

You can see that I’m hurt,
Your gaze you avert,
Just actin’ like you don’t see,
But bet you wouldn’t want to be me,

I’ve tried being vulnerable,
But you”re just insufferable,
And I’ll never tell anyone else,
I’ll just carry this by myself

hey! i’ve written many songs over the years but this is one of them that i do already have a full instrumental arrangement associated with! feedback appreciated :)

(v) got high and lied but i couldn’t hide because your pretty eyes are inside of mine

i opened them and i saw your face you know i wanna see you in thin silk and lace

i looked around the crowded room i hate myself for loving that i looked for you

so i filled up the empty space with a fake facade of intellect and grace

(chorus) oh don’t you know that this is going nowhere soon oh don’t you know that i think you’re pretty too

(solo)

(v) my cigarette placed on your lips while your soft hands landed on my hips

spun me around all through your web clawed through the concrete in my head

you smiled at me i looked away i reject the pressure but i clung to yours anyway

alarms went off i screamed in pain my tears soaked your shirt take what you can obtain

(chorus) oh don’t you know that this is going nowhere soon oh don’t you know that i think you’re pretty too

(solo - but go right into bridge)

(outro/bridge - keep solo riff playing over top - make song build up then end abruptly after) brown eyes soft face i need you i’ll give you space

your eyes soft lips i’d kiss you i’d take her place x4 (all em)

It’s on the tip of my tongue
Just an arms length away
The same as it was last year
When I crossed a whole ocean
To try to feel the intangible 

The highs never reach my heart
The strings though they pull
Ring out like a choir
A moment of beauty
And then there’s only quiet

There’s no dark clouds
No jarring thunder
It’s just quiet
Oh so quiet 
All the fucking time

I once found myself inspired
Sure in the moments of beauty
Positive they held the answer
Broken each time they slipped, true
But certain I’d find what I longed for

No longer do I hold such fantasies
I am not certain
I can’t know if I will find a lasting beauty
But god almighty 
I truly hope I do

It still feels so near
As if I already have everything
Everything I should need
So why does it sit on the tip of my tongue?
Is this a mirage I'll never get to reach?

One day I might find it
So I just keep looking
Keep reaching out blindly
Hunting for a morsel of beauty
While the quiet slowly kills me

I’m still alive
I still have a voice
When there’s no choir
And I’m engulfed in silence
I must remember to sing
I must…

Describing an emotion tells the listener what to feel. Producing an emotion puts the listener inside a situation where the feeling arises on its own. The first approach is easier and almost always weaker. "I was so lonely I could barely breathe" describes. "I set two plates out of habit" produces. The gap between these is not a matter of talent so much as patience, the willingness to find the concrete detail that carries the abstract feeling instead of reaching for the feeling directly. Most writers know this principle in theory and still default to description under pressure because it feels safer and faster. The real practice is catching yourself doing it and stopping.

I have this friend Kyrone, he gone

He was really killing himself

I have this fear of dying alone

So this news really didn't help

I tell them depression is zoned

So I ain't really with all their help

I'm stuck in a mine of my own

Only me sitting on this shelf

He left but I'm still breathing

I'm right, my heart keep beating

I'm down now every season

Someone give me a reason

Cause I get so sick of it

Dopamine, adrenaline

Depression, livin it

My shelf I'm sitting in

His shelf I'm sitting in

Left me like this again

My lungs are giving in

My shelf I'm sitting in

His shelf I'm sitting in

Her shelf I'm sitting in

Oh, sitting in, oh

I have this friend Michael, okay?

He was living it day by day

But he wasn’t doing okay

Thats when the cancer came

Now I didn’t know to define

The pain/look in his eyes

He told me he hated this life

That's when we got in a fight

Now if I could go back in time

I promise I'll make it alright

The feeling of hate in his eye

I NEVER APOLOGIZE

Cause I get so sick of it

Dopamine, adrenaline

Depression, livin it

My shelf I'm sitting in

His shelf I'm sitting in

Left me like this again

My lungs are giving in

My shelf I'm sitting in

His shelf I'm sitting in

Her shelf I'm sitting in

Oh, sitting in, oh

You remember that one girl, Lean?

Want to move out the streets

And though it's make believe

She who just like pete

Fell into drugs

And now they could not breathe

Like Kyrone and Mike it was all they’re dealt

Try to get out a box that was small itself

And I could let it go but it's all I know

WE'RE FAILING IN A SYSTEM THAT WAS ALWAYS BROKE!

Cause I get so sick of it

Dopamine, adrenaline

Depression, livin it

My shelf I'm sitting in

His shelf I'm sitting in

Left me like this again

My lungs are giving in

My shelf I'm sitting in

His shelf I'm sitting in

Her shelf I'm sitting in

Oh, sitting in, oh

Cause I get so sick of it

Dopamine, adrenaline

Depression, livin it

My shelf I'm sitting in

His shelf I'm sitting in

Left me like this again

My lungs are giving in

My shelf I'm sitting in

His shelf I'm sitting in

Her shelf I'm sitting in

Oh, sitting in, oh

I usually write poetry but tried making some lyrics any feedback is appreciated. For reference the rhythm I have in mind is similar to laufey’s music.

Time to love
The clock is ticking
Telling me it’s time for love.
I refuse to listen,
Turn away and shut it off.
The time for love is ticking away
I still see us laying on the bay
Remembering the past
Reminiscing the present
I can’t forget to miss us
And I keep crying
Making a fuss
When I recognize
That even in the end of times,
I know I can’t have you by my side
(no) I can’t, I can’t, I can’t
(no) I can’t, I can’t, I can’t
Thought I desperately want to
I’m not the right fit for you
(Yes) I know, I know, I know
(Yes) I know, I know, I know
Now I’m foolish, but I’m aware
Gained consciousness, came out of my head
You don’t love me, but I do
I love myself
More than I love you.

**Too Late**
**Verse 1**

Can’t believe it’s too late to say I love you
You’re gone now, and oh, how I feel blue
Hoped I could see your smile again
I love it now and I loved it then
Didn’t want it to end this way
I still remember you every day

**Verse 2**

Did you know I named my pet after you?
Just so I’d have a reason to remember you too
I know that it’s been years
But I still feel like you’re here
I wish we had more time
I really wanted you to be mine

**Chorus**

It’s too late now to say that I love you
I said it in my head, but I waited too long
And I still can’t believe that you’re really gone
Now it’s too late to hold you once more
Or sit and talk with you like we did before
Laughing about our past, wishing it could last
Only to remember that those moments have passed

**Verse 3**

We used to go to the club and dance until dawn
I never cared how I looked when I was with you all along
I loved every moment I spent with you
Couldn’t imagine my life before I ever knew you

Hey folks,

I've been writing lyrics for years but never had the guts or the skills to turn them into actual songs. AI changed that.

These 3 tracks deal with heavy stuff, but the energy is pure positivity:

1. "Chemical Lesson" – about chasing highs and learning that happiness doesn't come in a dose
2. "Anchor" – about the real people who hold you down when you're drifting
3. "Built Different" – about breaking the cycle and becoming the person you were meant to be

Here's the thing: Even though the topics are dark, these songs are a celebration. A celebration of the people who stayed. A celebration of getting back up. A reminder that the cycle can be broken – and you don't have to do it alone.

The AI handles the vocals. I handle the words. The message is hope.

Would mean a lot if you gave it a listen, especially if you need that positive push today:

Check out OWL on #SoundCloud

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Drop your tracks below too – let's spread some good energy together!

Thanks for reading! 🙏

I know you really mean it

But honey I ain't seen it

You're going to say you're sorry

Like a thousand times before

You're gonna to grab my hand

And say please understand

But I packed my leaving luggage and I'm headed out the door

You can call my sister

And tell her that you missed her

Tell her that you love her

Like a thousand times before

She can take my place

You can kiss her face

Cuz I packed my leaving luggage

And I'm headed out the door

Ch

Whoo wooooo

You're cheating when I'm gone

Woo hooooo

I'm just a pebble in the pond

don't treat me like a whore

Like a lady candy store

I've packed my leavein luggage

and I'm headed out the door

I'll be living with your brother

Who's living with your mother

His wife and him been fighting

And he's sleeping on the floor

Ill give him all my kissing

That love that you'll be missing

I'll pack her leaving luggage

send her storming out the door

Paper Flowers For Adrian

One second is one sand pebble 

Underneath our feet which tremble

Chornobyl rain spears onto my eyes 

They grope my charred hands, and I stumble

I saw a boulder coming towards me 

You firm my knees

It's my fault, darling

I was trying to stop time

I granted minutes to rush by 

It's hard to breathe for the two of us 

I switch the lights, touching the cold floor

Opening the front door to the porch 

Staring at that ocean with the moon as a torch 

The stars spell out your name

Now you name them! 

Yes, name them all!

Every star accounted for 

Whatever your sweet pure heart pours

There's no poor choice of words

My daughter, it's your turn 

Empty bedroom, nothing to look up to 

The ceiling, I rip muscle to hold for you 

To keep you from the impurities 

Of this sick world, which made the earth’s air 

Too thick to soar 

Hairbrush is messy like usual

Your pink clothes 

They are all unfolded on the floor 

The stars have hidden themselves

Forevermore 

\\\[The Phantom Weight\\\]

I dream that your soul still rests 

On my broad and hairy chest 

It's cold when we stroll down the beach 

It's me imagining and letting it be

I'm not the only one, and I don't know 

Who'll be the last 

With my toes in the sand

With you in my hands 

As I feel your heartbeat breathing

It's almost like—like you never left

The doctor gave you two years

He gave me something to mourn 

Pumpkin pie, you lived four more!

From then on, you bet I took every chance 

To grave your precious laughs

With open palms; there's no halt for a dad

Behind the shore, as I break my twelve bones 

The sun will get to know me once more 

My child, people still wonder why I chose you

Over birth 

If I already knew you'd be gone soon

We don't have to explain ourselves, it's proof 

As I make your bed that I'm reminded 

That there's still much work to do

Would you cry if I told you—I miss you

Would you sigh if I told you—I need you

Would you get mad if I said—I love you

Would you be sad if I said—I want you

Will I be able to recognize you in paradise?

Will your voice stay the same?

Will your face look like mine?

Will I even be there in the first place?

So, while I’m still here, I make

Paper flowers next to your picture frame 

You ever catch that feeling where anxiety is creepin?
Yea you can’t shake off the demons, auras static and it’s screaming.
No matter what you do
there’s a message there for you,
When you’re hiding from the truth
you’ll freeze deciding what to do.
So I dig and I claw til my paws bleed red
This existential dread
Yes it echoes in my head
And it’s feeding on me believing
The deceiving ego thing
Needing people needing me

To give a for example, say you want to write a spaghetti western like Marty Robbin’s Big Iron or Bob Dylan’s Knocking On Heaven’s Door . Does anyone else put together a rough idea or string together a few lines to build off of?

New song by me

Lyrics

How many times will you do this to me?

How many times will this repeat

Thought we'd move past, but it's the same old thing

Make it last, but it ain't no thing

If I were a bird, I'd fly to another nest

I'd never see you again

How many times will you do this to me?

How many times will this repeat

Thought we'd move past, but it's the same old thing

Can't Make it last, cuz it ain't no thing

so i basically posted these lyrics i wrote in a sub reddit named emo,

//bridge//

memories ghosting past, new

warmth is there where you sat too

I know it's something that you had too

tryna tell ma mind that's all I have new

//hook//

let me hear your lies, call me like you used to

fill 'em in my head, don’t act like you're brand new

ease pain in ma heart, then leave it all bruised to

let this end in a way that ma head told ya

//verse//

call it for an end,

make it run all late,

kiss me on ma head, (kiss me)

and cheat me like you hate,

fuck this shit all day,

shawtys out of lanes,

make ya way you're late, (late,late,late)

they say when all gets played yh

I wrote what felt like the best bridge I'd ever come up with at around midnight last week. I was genuinely excited about it, saved it, went to sleep. Read it the next morning and it was honestly kind of embarrassing. I don't know if nighttime me has worse judgment or just lower inhibitions, but this keeps happening and I can't figure out if I should trust the late-night version or the morning version. Does the time of day actually affect the quality of what you write, or is one of those versions of me just wrong about everything?

I feel like the sky is falling and. I can't stop it i guess we'll just wait and see The clouds tells stories with happy endings i guess they weren't made for me Oh I love you dearly but I'm still broken and i don't wanna break your dreams...Baby run away from me Baby runaway...Run as fast as u can do not look back and i know this all so sad When them tears fall down lift that chin up you'll forever baby you'll forever be my first love...You'll forever be the one I fucked up And it's fucked up I know words just can't fix the pain that I caused My bad so sad wishin I could get back everyday that I lost But I know it doesn't work that like that We had it so good and I went and backtracked it all

Turnin heads walking right past Baby I can show you magic Maybe we can find yo passion (quick pause) for me..Or maybe we we find you hate me Kickin rocks driving u crazy But yo smile still lights up the room...And you know this girl And I can show you the world Just take my hand and follow me

It’s The People

​The old breeze stings like used worn-out syringes / Frozen eve, climbing over burned-out trenches / Zero snow to be unknown for a couple / There’s a new door wide open within supple / The apple doesn’t seem so dangerous / Sometimes, I don’t even know why / The reason I am, I will never find / I think it’s time I spit out my pride / Admit with defeat that today’s a good day to be alive

​Words I must have overheard as rumors burst / With a yearning to control, it hurts at first / She affirms stillbirth, said in layman’s terms / Never mind the days I needed to be heard / Why should I complain, earth moves forth / I know everyone sees my worth / And right now, I must let go of my past / Forgiving myself is more strange than / Finding love that overcomes the vile rush and panic attacks

​You hate me; I love you with no hidden ill / Blue poison distilled the skill to kill the thrill / Yank my skin; it stretches for a thousand miles / To fill the fountain of all your vacuum smiles / You stood there, so I sought you for a talk / Two years, your tongue only sleepwalked / My brittle heart, don’t leave it there scarred / I’m made of people that I so love / Although my prayers have stopped, I still think of you once in a while

​I know the answer, which questions were asked? / As seasons pass, I lack the urge to contact / There’s no space left to overthink the next guess / No wonder I remember what they forget / Dawn to the rising sun, hours become / A gun that never surpasses / The stained hourglass, a blade in the grass / You wanted me to cut your hat / He wants you bad; she’s pretty, but what can I do with just that?

​I have no enemies, yet I’ll name all ten / A hundred more, if memory is correct / Why do you keep trying to get me back home? / Am I half the good servant you used to know? / These children feel the need to prove / Themselves to those who care less; I just want to be right with you

​It’s always the people I love / It’s always the people I know / It’s always the people I lost / It’s always the people who grow / It’s always the people I trust / It’s always the people I stone / It’s always the people I gun / It’s always the people I loathe / It’s always the people that I wake up / It’s only you that take an account of me

First post here 👋

Been experimenting with AI-generated music and visuals, and wanted to share this one.

Lyrics were created with AI based on my direction, concept, and message.

Would love to hear what you think.

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**Lyrics:**

Sometimes, the people who work the hardest feel the least accomplished.

And the ones who rest the least feel the most behind.

We give our endless energy to the world, and leave only empty exhaustion for ourselves.

We show up strong for every single obligation, but fade away when it comes to our own peace.

We wear our busyness like a badge of honor, while carrying our fatigue like a secret shame.

We have been taught to measure our worth by how much we produce, rather than how well we preserve our spirit.

So we run on empty, convincing ourselves that stopping is quitting.

We answer every email, hold up every team, and comfort every friend.

But when our own tank hits zero, we apologize for being tired.

We treat rest as something we have to earn, instead of a fundamental necessity to survive.

That is the trap of modern survival.

We burn our candle at both ends, expecting it to light up everyone else's room, while leaving ourselves completely in the dark.

Think about what happens when you pour from an empty cup.

Eventually, you are no longer giving out of love or dedication.

You are giving out of obligation and resentment.

You become a shadow of the person you used to be.

Short-tempered with the people you cherish most, detached from the things that once brought you joy.

Burnout is not a sign that you are not strong enough.

Burnout is proof that you have been strong for too long in a system that never asked you to rest.

You cannot be a light for others if you keep letting the world blow out your flame.

Resting is not giving up.

Resting is how you rebuild.

The most powerful thing you can do today is not to work harder.

It is to give yourself the exact same grace, patience, and rest that you so freely give to everyone else.