[Intro — spoken]
Four months.
That’s all it took
to turn a whole life
into something you talk about
like you survived it.
Funny.
I remember it differently.
[Verse 1 — rap]
You didn’t leave a house,
you left a fucking history,
seven years reduced
to an inconvenient memory.
Now you’re painting freedom
in a filtered frame,
new cities, new faces,
new versions of your name.
So tell me—
Was it really that bad?
Were you dying inside?
Counting down the minutes
while you slept by my side?
When the powder hit the table
we could burn ourselves alive,
somehow call the chaos living,
just be happy we survived.
You stayed there for the madness,
you could live inside the flame,
but when I chose to save myself
you didn’t want the same.
[Pre-Chorus]
When I finally said
I can’t live like this—
Started choosing life
instead of another hit—
You didn’t reach for my hand.
You reached for the fucking door.
[CHORUS]
WAS IT THAT BAD?
Were we that easy to leave?
Was everything we built
something you couldn’t fucking breathe?
WAS IT THAT BAD?
That freedom meant losing us?
You couldn’t wait another minute,
couldn’t leave us fast enough.
Now you’re showing everybody
how alive you’ve finally become—
Was it really that bad?
Or was running just easier
than facing what we’d done?
[Verse 2 — rap]
Go broadcast the highlights,
let everybody watch,
another drink raised high,
another stranger in the shot.
Tell them Europe’s calling,
tell them life’s finally begun,
tell them you found freedom,
tell them you’re having fun.
And maybe you are.
Maybe that’s the part
I fucking hate the most.
While I’m still burying
the future that became a ghost.
Sometimes I hope the alcohol
tastes exactly like the road
you chose when you walked out
when everything got cold.
Different stranger every week,
another temporary high—
Does it make you feel alive?
Or make the silence
easier to survive?
[Breakdown - spoken/sung]
NEW LIFE.
NEW BED.
NEW COUNTRY IN YOUR HEAD.
GO.
Drink another one.
GO.
Find another one.
GO.
Tell yourself the old life
was the reason you were numb.
But don’t rewrite the fucking years
because you couldn’t face the end—
I WAS THERE.
YOU WERE THERE.
WE KNOW WHAT HAPPENED.
[Bridge — clean]
Underneath the anger
there’s a question I can’t kill:
The man you left behind
finally learned to choose himself.
And part of me still wonders…
why you couldn’t love
that man as well.
[FINAL CHORUS]
WAS IT THAT BAD?
Were we that easy to leave?
Were the girls and ordinary nights
something you needed to be free?
WAS IT THAT BAD?
Or were we simply out of road?
Maybe leaving wasn’t hatred.
Maybe staying hurt us both.
Go tell the world you’re happy.
Go become whoever you’ve become.
But I won’t let your new beginning
mean our old life meant none.
Was it really that bad?
I don’t know.
Maybe I’ll never know.
[Outro]
You walked out.
I stayed.
You started running.
I started changing.