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[Intro - spoken, exhausted]
They say everybody got a will…
Funny thing is…
Mine started disappearing while I was writing it.
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[Verse 1]
I leave my dreams to the kid I used to be,
The one that still believed there was more to see.
Leave my regrets to the walls that know my name,
They watched me fight battles that all looked the same.
Leave my collections, cards stacked through the years,
Proof I had joy before drowning in fears.
Leave the old blanket folded away with care,
It held me together when nobody was there.
Leave my music to whoever understands,
Every verse was a cry hidden in my hands.
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[Pre-Chorus]
Every page got a scar,
Every line got a bruise,
Trying to split up a heart
That’s already been used.
The ink getting heavy,
The deeper I reveal…
Writing my last will…
While losing my will.
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[Chorus]
I’m writing my will while I’m losing my will,
Trying to explain what depression can’t tell.
Giving away pieces I thought I could heal,
But the paper gets longer,
And the pain stays real.
I’m writing my will while I’m losing my will,
Watching every goodbye cut deeper still.
Tell ’em I loved ’em,
Even when I stood still,
Writing my last will…
While losing my will.
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[Verse 2]
Tell the people I failed it was never their blame,
I was carrying storms I could never explain.
Tell the friends who checked in that I heard every call,
Even when I went silent and pushed through it all.
Leave the game saves, the memories, the past,
Funny how small things seem built to outlast.
And if somebody asks where the strong man went,
Tell ’em strength got tired…
Not absent.
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[Cello Solo]
[Haunted cello solo over drill 808s and distant choir]
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[Bridge]
Then I reached the final page…
And there was one thing left.
A reason too small to see,
But too heavy to forget.
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[Final Chorus]
I was writing my will while I was losing my will,
Thought I gave away every piece I could give.
Then I found one page still waiting to fill,
Maybe I’m not finished…
Maybe I still live.
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[Outro - spoken]
Maybe this ain’t goodbye…
Maybe it’s just…
The rough draft.
[Cello fades]
Details
GeneratedJun 13, 2026
Duration4:04
LanguageEnglish
Style
Cinematic Horrorcore • Dark Emo Trap • NYC Drill 808s • Haunted Cello Solo • Emotional Piano • Atmospheric Choir
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