Dear Gabrielle

(Intro)

(Spoken - low, breathy)

Yeah... I heard the name. Gabrielle.

Funny how "forever" has an expiration date.

(Heavy 808 bass drops - mid-tempo Trap beat)

(Verse)

Thirty days. That’s all the mourning you could spare?

I’m still breathing smoke, you’re already catching air.

You called me the "summit," the view you’d never leave,

Now you’re hiking brand new trails with a heart up your sleeve.

I’m the original high—she’s just the follow-up scoop.

(Chorus)

(Full energy, maximalist, sound effects on "Lies")

How do you just walk away when I gave you the keys? (Keys!)

Left a crater in my chest, now I’m down on my knees. (Down!)

You said I was the ceiling, that you’d never find better, (Better)

Then you traded in my soul for a brand-new sweater. (Trash!)

It’s just lies, lies, lies—playing on a loop, (Loop, Loop, Loop)

I’m the original high, she’s just the follow-up scoop.

(Verse 2)

(Beat drops to mostly 808 and vocal, very rhythmic)

Are you treating our three years like a dress rehearsal?

A black-and-white clip before the color commercial? (Huh?)

I built you a kingdom, I gave you the crown,

Now I’m the ghost in the hallways of our ghost town. (Ghost)

Does she know the "real" you, or just the edited version?

The one who skips the part about your heart’s quick conversion? (Skips it!)

(Bridge)

(Beat stops abruptly - only a synth pad and a high-pitched digital pulse)

She doesn’t know the code. (No)

She’s a scenic bypass on a heavy, broken road.

You whisper her name where mine used to live, (Used to live)

But I gave you the things she doesn’t even have to give.

The silence you left is a physical weight, (Heavy)

I’m the prize you gave up... just a little too late. (Late!)

(Guitar Solo - Re-imagined as Synth/Trap)

(Aggressive, distorted, high-pitched synthesizer solo, panning left and right, over heavy drums)

(Chorus)

(Full energy, maximalist, sound effects on "Lies")

How do you just walk away when I gave you the keys? (Keys!)

Left a crater in my chest, now I’m down on my knees. (Down!)

You said I was the ceiling, that you’d never find better, (Better)

Then you traded in my soul for a brand-new sweater. (Trash!)

It’s just lies, lies, lies—playing on a loop, (Loop, Loop, Loop)

I’m the original high, she’s just the follow-up scoop.

(Outro)

(Beat slows down, getting grittier)

I had you first. Let that sit in your head.

Hope she fits you well, Gabrielle.

(Final heavy drum kick)