**Verse 1 (clean baritone / distant, controlled)** I don’t replay you anymore Your voice lost its edge Just another sound In another empty room I learned the shape of your exits Before you ever left So when the door closed Nothing moved in my chest *(ghosted ad-libs)* — *no signal* — *no return* **Pre-Chorus (tight, restrained tension)** I used to flinch when you pulled away Now I barely notice the decay If this is what detachment means Then I’ve never felt more clean **Chorus (wide, cold impact)** My heart’s at room temperature No heat, no fight, no spark I don’t wish you well I don’t wish you harm You were a habit I broke in the dark Say my name if you want It won’t leave a mark **Verse 2 (syncopated groove, mechanical)** You mistook my silence for regret But I just ran out of things to protect Every line you crossed got filed away Till erasing you felt mundane You wanted depth, I gave you space You wanted truth, I gave you a blank face If love was leverage, you slipped And I didn’t reach for it *(ad-libs)* — *unchecked* — *resolved* **Pre-Chorus 2 (dry, almost spoken)** I don’t process loss the way you do I don’t spiral, I just remove No ceremony, no last words Just less weight where you were **Chorus (heavier slam, djent accents)** My heart’s at room temperature No burn left to prove I didn’t shut down I just muted you You call this distance cruel I call it overdue Say my name if you want I won’t answer you **Bridge (ambient pads / delayed guitar)** You still think I’m hiding pain Like this calm is something I fake But numb isn’t empty It’s just awake I don’t romanticize collapse I don’t rewind what didn’t last I closed the file And never looked back *(drop to near silence)* **Breakdown (measured, venom-quiet screams)** NO APOLOGY NO AFTERMATH NO BLOOD ON THE FLOOR NO PATH BACK YOU THOUGHT I’D BREAK YOU THOUGHT I’D STAY I JUST WENT STILL AND WALKED AWAY **Final Chorus (clean lead + harsh underlayer)** My heart’s at room temperature Balanced, unmoved, intact You wanted a reaction I don’t do that If this sounds empty Get used to the fact I don’t miss you I adapted **Outro (clean, cinematic reverb)** No closure scene No final thread You’re not a ghost You’re just not here And that’s enough

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