Lyrics
[Intro]
[low vocal register]
Lawyer letters on the table
Her name, my name
Two signatures, one label
"Unfit" stamped on my last name
[Verse 1]
You packed their bags
Folded their shirts in silence
Left my house
Filled my head with sirens
Little shoes by the door, gone
Cartoons still paused on the screen, still on
I kept their drawings on the fridge like a shrine
Red crayon suns, scribbled last name, mine
Missed birthdays through a cracked phone
"Smile for dad" from a voice I don’t own
Every weekend turned to war in my chest
Counting hours like reps on a prison bench press
[Chorus]
You took the kids, you took my life
Turned our vows into a knife
Yeah, it broke me, left me wrecked
Every memory, side-effect
But I’m still here, I still rise
Even hurt, I’m still alive
You took the kids, you took my life
You don’t get my soul, my fight
[Verse 2]
I was screaming in the shower
So they wouldn’t hear me bleed through the walls
Talking to a courtroom ceiling
Like it ever cared about my calls
Friends said, "Heal", I said, "How?"
Sleeping on a mattress on the floor right now
Eating out of boxes, breathing in smoke
Trying not to drown in every inside joke
But somewhere between the panic and the pills
Between the late-night texts I never should’ve filled
I saw my face in the mirror, not your blame
Just a tired man learning his own name
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[clean guitar, half-time]
I’m learning how to set a plate for one
Learning that my worth ain’t what you spun
I hit the gym, I hit the ground, I hit my knees
Then I got back up, one breath, two, three
One day they’ll ask me what went wrong
I’ll tell the truth, but I’ll stay strong
"I hurt, I broke, then I rebuilt"
Turned all that shame into shed skin, not guilt
[crescendo]
[Chorus]
Style
raphybrid rap-metal with male vocals: palm-muted low-tuned guitars locked to trap-inflected drumsdistorted 808 under the riffs. verses spit tightconfessional bars over sparsemenacing chugs; chorus explodes with screamed harmonies and wide power chords. bridge drops to half-time with eerie clean guitar before a finalcathartic wall of sound. vocals push from wounded rasp to full-throated roar.metalrock
Prompt
A song about being hurt by your ex wife, her taking the kids, how much it hurt, how it’s been hard but I am starting to feel better as a person again, rap, metal, rock
Credits
Prompt by
N10tho64
N10tho64GeneratedJan 4, 2026
ModelAria v5