[Verse 1]
I still keep the picture on my shelf
Of that wide-eyed, seventeen-year-old self
She didn’t know how the world could bruise
She didn't have anything left to lose
Now I’m walking these streets in the pouring rain
Twenty-one years just to inherit the pain
They look at my face and they want the old me
But that girl is dead, why can’t they just let her be?
[Chorus]
So let 'em call me cold, let 'em call me heartless
'Cause I learned how to move through the darkness
They miss the girl who always played nice
But survival comes with a price
Yeah, I’m the storm that they didn't see coming
Done hiding the tears, done with the running
They want the angel that they used to know
But I’m done chasing the ghost
Yeah, I’m done chasing the ghost
[Verse 2]
Packed my bags in the middle of July
Didn't look back, didn't even say goodbye
They call it selfish, they call it a crime
When a girl decides to claim her own time
I’m working two jobs just to keep my head high
Tired of the judgment under this sky
You think that I changed, think I became the elite
But I just grew up, I’m standing on my own feet
[Chorus]
So let 'em call me cold, let 'em call me heartless
'Cause I learned how to move through the darkness
They miss the girl who always played nice
But survival comes with a price
Yeah, I’m the storm that they didn't see coming
Done hiding the tears, done with the running
They want the angel that they used to know
But I’m done chasing the ghost
Yeah, I’m done chasing the ghost
[Bridge]
(The music builds aggressively with heavy, distorted cinematic drums and low, driving strings)
You want the girl who was silent and sweet!
You want the girl who accepted defeat!
But I built these armor plates out of my scars
I’m screaming my truth right into the dark
I’m not your puppet, I’m breaking the thread
The girl that you knew is already dead!
[piano Solo]
(An intense, tragic, yet powerful musical climax)
[Chorus]
(Full explosive intensity, maximum vocal power)
So let 'em call me cold, let 'em call me heartless!
'Cause I learned how to move through the darkness!
They miss the girl who always played nice
But survival comes with a price
Yeah, I’m the storm that they didn't see coming
Done hiding the tears, done with the running
They want the angel that they used to know
But I’m done chasing the ghost!
[Outro]
(The heavy production drops away instantly, leaving a stark, echoey piano and a raw, quiet vocal)
She's not coming back...
She's gone.
I'm done chasing the ghost.
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