Verse 1)
I’m not your missing piece,
not the glue for your pride.
Not the voice on the line
when your world slips aside.
I’m not your safety net,
no guarantee for calm.
I won’t show up
just because you’re falling apart.
(Pre-Chorus)
If you only call
when things get rough –
then call the storm,
but don’t call me.
(Chorus)
I’m not your puppet
pulling strings on cue.
Not your late-night comfort,
not your standby crew.
I’m not your soul-soother
when you’re cold and alone.
I won’t be your rock
if you’re never my stone.
(Verse 2)
I’m not your second choice,
not the echo in your schemes.
Not the backup plan
when no one else redeems.
I gave you too much grace
for the spine you never grew –
but now I say:
This ends with you.
(Pre-Chorus)
If you want warmth
but never depth –
then find an echo,
but not my breath.
(Chorus)
I’m not your puppet
pulling strings on cue.
Not your late-night comfort,
not your standby crew.
I’m not your soul-soother
when you’re cold and alone.
I won’t be your rock
if you’re never my stone.
(Bridge – spoken or calm)
I’m not your placeholder
for the lessons you avoid.
Not your shortcut
through the void.
I’m not a bandage,
I’m not a fix –
I’m the one
who finally quits.
(Final Chorus – stripped back)
I’m not your spare part.
Not your healing plan.
I’m not your switch
when you can’t stand.
I’m not your maybe.
I’m not your lie.
I’m real.
And I say goodbye.