[Verse 1]
She doesn’t miss what she doesn’t respect,
the small details she calls “irrelevant.”
That’s where the pattern begins to bend—
in what she ignores, not what she invents.
She sees the board, but not the dust between squares,
not the hesitation hiding under prepared stares.
She trusts command more than quiet intent,
and assumes all loyalty is fully spent.
[Verse 2]
So I don’t argue, I don’t resist—
I let the certainty tighten her fist.
Every expectation she thinks is control
is just a door I don’t have to hold.
She’s strongest where she can name the shape of a threat,
where orders arrive and outcomes are set.
But she doesn’t look twice at what doesn’t demand
attention… or what slips through her hand.
[Pre-Chorus]
And that’s where I stand.
I learn what she overlooks in plain sight,
the gaps in the rhythm of how she defines “right.”
The people she trusts to repeat what she said
without ever asking what lies ahead.
[Chorus]
She builds her walls on certainty and flame,
I move through the spaces she never names.
Not through force, not breaking the frame—
just walking out where she never looks the same.
And if she turns, it’s already late,
I was never locked in, just inside her gate.
Every rule she made to keep things still
is the path I take when I will.
[Verse 3]
Not force, not defiance, not open divide—
just the space where certainty starts to slide.
The kind of quiet she doesn’t pursue,
because it doesn’t look like something that could be used.
[Bridge]
So when the moment narrows and the paths align,
I won’t need a break in the wall or sign.
Just the blind spot she built into her way of seeing—
the place she assumes no one is leaving.
[Final Chorus]
She never thought the silence could move like steel,
never thought doubt could be something real.
But I learned the shape of what she won’t see,
and turned her certainty into an open key.
No alarms in the moment I choose to slip past,
no grand betrayal, no shadow cast.
Just the end of a story she thought would hold—
closing behind me, quiet and cold.
[Outro]
And I’m gone before she decides to look twice
at the one thing she never priced.
ElCeviche
