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Verse 1
This isn’t a courtroom, no jury in sight,
No judge gets to tell us who’s wrong or who’s right.
But line up the evidence, tell the whole truth,
If this was a trial, it wouldn’t favor you.
You cheated and lied, brought her into my bed,
Then let me sleep in those sheets with nothing said.
Called me fat, stupid, a bitch to my face,
Grabbed me, blocked doors, took my phone from my space.
Got in my face, pushed me into a wall,
Then held me while crying like you caused none at all.
Pre-Chorus
Now put mine on the table, I won’t hide a thing:
I yelled, I accused, made that telephone ring.
I questioned your stories, demanded the truth,
Threw something once and it landed on you.
I begged when you left, pushed when you withdrew.
I’ll testify honestly.
Would you?
Chorus
This isn’t a trial,
But baby, you would lose.
Put my worst beside your worst,
Let somebody neutral choose.
I’ll plead guilty to anxious,
To staying when I should’ve moved.
But my worst moments don’t erase
The things you chose to do.
Verse 2
I paid bills, bought groceries, drove hours your way,
Worked eight hours, washed dishes, still begged you to stay.
Showed up when you needed me, forgave and forgave,
While you told me “come back” then “get out” the next day.
“I love you.” “Don’t leave.”
“I’m glad that you’re here.”
Then “I feel nothing.”
“No fire.” Disappear.
You promised no name-calling, then did it again.
Promised me honesty, kept changing the names.
You wanted your location because trust had been wrecked,
Then called my needing reassurance disrespect.
You guarded your home from strangers you’d met,
While bringing one into mine and into my bed.
Chorus
This isn’t a trial,
But baby, you would lose.
I can own every ugly thing
Without excusing what you’d do.
Call me difficult, emotional,
Say I pushed until you blew.
Accountability works both ways.
I’ll take mine.
Will you?
Bridge
Exhibit A: I stayed.
Exhibit B: I tried.
Exhibit C: I kept forgiving
Every time I caught a lie.
Exhibit D: you knew my history.
Exhibit E: you knew my fears.
And still you’d pull me close enough
Just to make me disappear.
And the strongest case against me?
I kept abandoning myself.
Kept defending your potential
From the evidence itself.
Final Chorus
No, this isn’t a trial.
There’s no sentence, no appeal.
I don’t need a guilty verdict
To validate what I feel.
I did things I’m not proud of.
I can say exactly what I’d change.
But owning what I did to you
Doesn’t make our choices weigh the same.
So I’ll confess to every charge
That’s honestly mine to choose.
This isn’t a trial.
Thank God for you.
Because if it was,
you’d lose.
Details
GeneratedSep 8, 2026
Duration4:21
LanguageEnglish
Style
Dark theatrical alt-pop, courtroom tension, sharp rhythmic verses, massive hook, piano, strings and distorted synths.
Credits
Prompt byMRobins
ModelAria v5.5
