[Intro – Girl's voice, calm, empty, but beautiful]
He said,
“You’re mine.”
And I said,
"Okay."
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[Verse 1 – Girl's voice, half-whispering, numb but melodic]
He liked when I wore red.
So I forgot my colors.
He liked silence.
So I swallowed my songs.
He touched my face
like he owned it.
And I smiled
like that was love.
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[Insert – distorted male voice, echoing from memory]
“No one will ever love you like I do.”
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[Verse 2 – Girl, voice cracking slightly]
I used to write poems.
Now I write lists.
Groceries.
Excuses.
Reasons to stay.
Reasons I didn’t leave.
I breathe —
but it sounds like him.
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[Whispers – layered girl's voice, around the listener]
(He’s still here.)
(In the mirror.)
(In my laugh.)
(In my fear.)
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[Chorus – full emotional release, reverb, layered voice]
He lives in me.
Like a ghost I never buried.
I call my name —
and he answers.
I close my eyes —
and see his hands.
I scream —
and it comes out sweet.
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[Insert – childlike girl’s voice, far away, broken tape effect]
“I want to go home now… I don’t know where home is.”
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[Verse 3 – Girl, stronger voice, angry under the skin]
He said, “You’re too much.”
So I became less.
He said, “Don’t cry.”
So I bled quiet.
He said, “Smile.”
So I did.
And cracked something underneath.
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[Bridge – Shouting in a whisper]
I want out.
I want back.
But where am I?
Who am I
without him?
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[Final Chorus – louder, broken, layered]
He lives in me.
In my voice.
In my sleep.
In the space I don’t touch.
But I’m still here.
I’m still here.
…Aren’t I?
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[Outro – Girl's voice, soft, shaking]
I bought a red dress.
He’d hate it.
But I wore it anyway.
And I smiled.
Just me.
Just mine.
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