No Echo

I saw your face.

Left no trace.

Your fire’s cold.

The truth is told.

I was the anchor that kept you safe from the tide,

While you were busy looking for someplace else to hide.

Every time I turned my back, your phone was in your hand,

Snooping around was just the language of your promised land.

You never once gave thanks for the quiet nights I spent,

Just kept asking for more, leaving me emotionally bent.

The sight of your face became a heavy kind of shame.

I just woke up one morning and forgot your stupid name.

I stopped screaming the day I finally saw the light.

You thought I was captive, hanging on every fight.

You’re the lesson I learned, the one I didn't need.

This fire’s put out, I am finally freed.

You thought you were winning, you thought you got away.

But my leaving is the bullet that you'll swallow every day.

You lost your hold when I took back the title.

My silence is cold, but my survival is vital.

Go drown in your ego, go chase your pathetic thrills.

The ultimate payback is watching you pay your own bills.

I finally saw my own reflection in the dirt on your floor,

And decided I wasn't worth the trouble anymore.

You thought I was a puppet, tied up with invisible thread,

But I took the scissors and cut the memory dead.

You kept your secrets hidden, thinking you were so clever,

But the silence when I left you is a sound that lasts forever.

I didn't slam the door, I just let it softly swing,

Leaving you alone with the ugly echoes you bring.

I stopped screaming the day I finally saw the light.

You thought I was captive, hanging on every fight.

You’re the lesson I learned, the one I didn't need.

This fire’s put out, I am finally freed.

You thought you were winning, you thought you got away.

But my leaving is the bullet that you'll swallow every day.

You lost your hold when I took back the title.

My silence is cold, but my survival is vital.

Go drown in your ego, go chase your pathetic thrills.

The ultimate payback is watching you pay your own bills.

I used to think you were broken, something I could mend.

I stayed too long trying to find where the good part began.

The only thing you ever showed me was your greeds,

A hollow story built on your pathetic deeds.

Now I look back and I don't feel the sting,

I just feel sorry for the misery your next puppet will bring.

"Hear that? That's the sound of nothing left for you."

"Now your echo's the only voice you hear."

You're alone with the toxic you held so dear.

"Nothing left for you."

(Repeat and fade with heavy bass)