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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You stand in the doorway
Eyes fixed on the floorboards
Your jaw locked like a secret
My name caught in your teeth
You trace all the tiles
Like they’re safer than my skin
Every question on my tongue
You just swallow it in
[Chorus]
You can’t even look at me
Like the truth might tear your face apart
You can’t even look at me
So you stare straight past my breaking heart
If I’m already gone
Say it
But don’t turn away
Don’t flee
You can throw every word you want
You just can’t even look at me
[Verse 2]
I remember the sunlight
How it flooded our small room
Now the walls feel like water
And I’m learning how to bruise
Your shadow moves first
Then your body follows slow
You reach for some excuse
Then you let my hand go
[Chorus]
You can’t even look at me
Like the truth might tear your face apart
You can’t even look at me
So you stare straight past my breaking heart
If I’m already gone
Say it
But don’t turn away
Don’t flee
You can throw every word you want
You just can’t even look at me
[Bridge]
Tell me
Was it ever love
Or just a place to hide?
Did you only feel alive
When you kept me on your side? (oh)
Now your silence is screaming
Louder than anything
Every breath you won’t take
Is the cruelest way to sing
[Chorus]
You can’t even look at me
Like the truth might tear your face apart
You can’t even look at me
So you stare straight past my breaking heart
If I’m already gone
Say it
But don’t turn away
Don’t flee
You can break every part inside
You just can’t even look at me
[Outro]
So keep your gaze on the hallway
Let the doorframe take my place
I’ll walk out like a stranger
You’ll never have to see my face
Details
GeneratedFeb 5, 2026
Duration3:40
LanguageEnglish
Style
folk, Brooding art-pop ballad with male vocals over a slow-building folk-inflected groove, warm bass and sparse piano to start, then layered dream-pop guitars and airy backing vocals swell into a cinematic drop. Tension rises through tom-driven drums and reverb-soaked pads; chorus opens with lush harmonies and a subtle, seductive low-end pulse. Final section strips back to vocal and a few haunting textures, leaving unresolved echoes., dream pop, ballad, art pop
Credits
Prompt by
BLACKLARK
BLACKLARKModelAria v5
Prompt
Ballad, art pop, Dream pop, despair, male, tension, build up, background vocals,folk,cinematic atmosphere,bass, seductiv, drop, (NO COFFEE, HOODIE OR COAT,LIPSTICK)
Song : You Can’t Even Look At Me
