Yeah, I never gave up on you, you were the pulse beneath my ribs,Thought we were stitching old wounds shut and chasing neon-lit hopes through the dark.Both carried ghosts from the past, both dragging suitcases packed with hurt,I planted my feet in the howling wind while you ducked from the first cold drop.
You said I was too much, said I held on too tight,But maybe real love rattled you when it knocked on your door at midnight.You were used to boys leaving tire tracks and empty promises behind,I was sketching blueprints for forever, you were staring through drawn blinds.
Late drives through Georgia under peach-colored sunsets, weekends lost in Orlando lights,Rooftop dinners, crisp white sheets, city skylines glowing through the night.You said no one ever held your hand the way I did,Opened every door, guarded your name like gold—that's real.
Hook
Then gone—you vanished, left a silent phone glowing at 2 a.m.,No goodbye, no warning, just ashes where the fire had been.It broke me down, knocked the breath right from my chest,But I rose from the wreckage with four words I know best:
Enough said, enough cried, enough bleeding for your ghost,Enough nights lost in the dark, loving someone who left me cold.You walked away, I found the strength you never could,I'm still here, still standing—enough said.
Verse 2
You left me with questions echoing through empty rooms, never gave me closure,Spoke in forever-colored promises, then disappeared when the season was over.Spent nights tracing cracks in the ceiling, wondering where I went wrong,Till I found my worth in the silence and learned how to move on.
Healing takes sweat and truth and opening doors you've nailed shut inside,You can't outrun your demons when they're breathing down your spine.I stared into the mirror beneath harsh bathroom light and named every scar,Forged my pain into steel and remembered exactly who I am.
Now I look back and wonder why I kept gripping that fraying rope,When the love I poured out came back as silence instead of hope.You gave me winter-cold shoulders while I handed you my best,Now your memory's just another dog-eared page laid gently to rest.
Outro
I don't wish you harm, but karma hums her own tune in time,Life has a way of holding up a mirror when people cross the line.As for me, I'm moving forward, got my eyes on the horizon's glow,No more staring through the rearview at roads I left long ago.
You made your choice, I made mine, now the story's finally done,I'm walking out stronger than the man I was when we began.
Yeah...
Enough said.
Cuba