🎷 [Intro – Spoken Word]
She said she wanted serenity…
But desecrated every quiet moment.
I offered her symphonies…
She answered with static.
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🎶 [Verse 1 – Male Vocal, Slow & Rich]
I laced her tea with truth, dressed her pain in pearls,
Built her a cathedral in the ruins of this world.
She smirked at my wounds like they ruined the stitch,
I won’t raise my voice, I’ll just whisper: fuck that bitch.
She pirouetted through my grief, like it was a dance,
Sabotaged devotion, then called it chance.
The silence she left feels eerily rich —
Like jazz with no horns… fuck that bitch.
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💬 [Chorus – Warm & Icy]
Frankly, my dear… I don’t give a damn,
She vanished from light like a sacrificial lamb.
There’s bourbon in my blues, venom in my pitch,
Say it velvet-smooth now… fuck that bitch.
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🎙️ [Verse 2 – Spoken-Sung]
She ain’t a villain — no, too tragic for the crown,
Just a moth in Dior, burning palaces down.
I decoded her lies, turned her curses to psalms,
Her love was a hex in expensive calm.
She kissed like betrayal wrapped in silk and stitch,
Left smoke where her soul should’ve pitched.
I’d eulogize her name, but there’s no need to switch —
I sip, toast the void… fuck that bitch.
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🎷 [Bridge – Spoken Word with Light Guitar]
Ever poured your whole self into someone hollow?
Watched them echo the love like it was borrowed?
She drank from my soul like it was wine turned to water.
Now I let the sax cry — she’s not worth the slaughter.
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🎶 [Chorus – Refrain, Final Push]
Frankly, my dear… I don’t give a damn,
She slipped through the stars like a runaway scam.
There’s jazz in my jaw, truth in every glitch,
I croon it low and lethal… fuck that bitch.
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🎙️ [Outro – Whispered, Lounge Mic Fading]
The blues ain’t for her.
They’re for the symphony she could never hear.
And I play ‘em…
Real slow.
fkthatbtch
