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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
There’s a jacket on the chair
Still folded like you left it
A coffee ring gone dark
On the table by the sink
Your name still on my phone
Like you might call and fix it
But the house keeps your silence
Like a stone in my chest
[Pre-Chorus]
And I keep asking why
Like grief is a locked door
I keep saying your name
To the room you won’t walk in
Every photo hurts
Every hallway feels shorter
And I’m standing in the wreck
Tryin’ to make it make sense
[Chorus]
Countless loved ones gone
Countless hearts still here
I keep countin’ the loss
Like it might bring you near
Countless loved ones gone
Countless tears on the floor
We’re the ones left behind
And we don’t know what for
[Verse 2]
There’s a voicemail I can’t erase
Three words and then your laughter
A blue jacket in the backseat
That still smells like your rain
Mama says your room
Still waits for you after
But dust has learned your shape
And the whole world changed
[Pre-Chorus]
And I keep asking why
Like grief is a locked door
I keep saying your name
To the room you won’t walk in
Every scar tells me
Love does not get answers
So I carry your ghost
Like a prayer with no amen
[Chorus]
Countless loved ones gone
Countless hearts still here
I keep countin’ the loss
Like it might bring you near
Countless loved ones gone
Countless tears on the floor
We’re the ones left behind
And we don’t know what for
[Bridge]
If I could trade this ache
I would give it all away
Every long, hard night
Every word I cannot say
But I can’t bring you back
And I can’t break the fall
So I hold what’s left of us
And I say your names aloud
[Final Chorus]
Countless loved ones gone
Countless hearts still here
I keep countin’ the loss
Like it might bring you near
Countless loved ones gone
Countless tears on the floor
We’re the ones left behind
We’re the ones left behind
And we’re still asking for more
Details
GeneratedMay 2, 2026
Duration4:29
LanguageEnglish
Style
Slow heartbroken power ballad with female vocals, built on piano arpeggios, low string swells, and a restrained snare that enters late; verse stays intimate and sparse, pre-chorus opens with rising pads and harmony lifts, chorus blooms into full drums and choir-like doubles. Breathy close-mic verses, aching belt on hooks, delay throws on the last word of each refrain, a bowed-cello swell and distant reverse-piano transition into the final chorus. Wide, cinematic, and raw in the mix., ballad, slow
Credits
Prompt by
ByteBaddi3
ByteBaddi3ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Slow, heartbreaking, powerful, ballad -female led. About the countless loved ones that have OD’d and the countless loved ones left behind trying to make sense of it and grieving, broken
