[Intro] [Fingerpicked acoustic guitar over deep, slow 808s. Crisp, minimal trap hats. Gritty male vocal front and center. Raw, slow, chilling ache. Eerie, haunting atmosphere, tension in every note.] She says she loves me, then she’s gone in a flash, Leaving pieces of her love, scattered in the past. [Verse 1] [808 pulse low and deliberate under sparse acoustic strums. Hats subtle but precise, light rolls at line ends. Vocal raspy, raw, slow, haunted.] Every time we argue, she’s ready to take flight, Quick to pack her bags, vanish into the night. Blames me when the drinks flow, says I throw away her stuff, But I’ve never taken what wasn’t mine, ain’t that enough? [Ambient hum and faint eerie textures underline tension.] Say I moved her things, but I stand there stunned, Wondering why she lying when the bottle’s gone. [Pre-Chorus] [Acoustic swells wider, 808 glides slowly. Hats lightly build. Vocal stacked lightly for depth, still raw and chilling.] She leaves her world behind, treasures and old scars, Says I’m hurting her feelings, but can’t name the scars. [Chorus] [Trap-folk drop. Acoustic wide and percussive. 808s slow but heavy. Crisp hats. Male vocal stacked and eerie, haunting echoes on key phrases. Slow bounce in rhythm, raw ache.] Hold on, hold on, she’s slipping through my hands, Caught in her storm, trying to understand. Love’s a wild ride, yeah, love’s a gamble, She blames me, but I never cause this ramble. [Bridge] [Acoustic and light 808 pulse. Sparse slide or harmonica accents for haunting texture. Vocal dry, chilling, slow, and raw.] Maybe it’s the spirits, maybe it’s the pain, Or just the fear of losing herself again. I just want her to stay, want her to see, Love is its own fight, not who’s right or who’s free. [Optional Verse 3] [Steady low 808, hats minimal. Percussive acoustic strums. Vocal slow, raspy, layered lightly for tension.] I ain’t perfect, I got my flaws, I raise my voice when pressure claws. But I don’t pack up love to win, Don’t treat forever like a sin. If we break, we break it true, Not run every time we bruise. [Final Chorus] [Trap-folk full blend. Acoustic and 808s wide, slow, percussive. Hats crisp but not busy. Vocal stacked lightly, haunting, eerie, raw ache. Slow, chilling bounce.] Hold on, hold on, she’s slipping through my hands, Caught in her storm, trying to understand. Love’s a wild ride, yeah, love’s a gamble, She blames me, but I never cause this ramble. [Outro] [Acoustic fades into minimal 808. Ambient tension lingers. Vocal echoes slowly, chilling, eerie, unresolved.] She claims to love me, then she’s gone in a flash, Leaving her heart behind, in a whirlwind clash.

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