Lyrics
[Verse 1]
No first hand to hold mine
No voice by the door
Just a chair that stayed empty
And a name I wore
You walked out clean
Left the blame on the floor
Said I was too much
Then I wanted you more
[Pre-Chorus]
I learned to be quiet
I learned how to fold
Make a small little heart
In a house made of cold
But the mirror kept saying
What you never could say
I was here all along
I was made anyway
[Chorus]
I was never wanted
Never wanted, still here
I was never wanted
But I made my own air
Say my name, say it soft
I survived the dark part
I was never wanted
But I still have a heart
(Never wanted)
(Still have a heart)
[Verse 2]
Other kids had a dad voice
At the edge of the bed
I had questions like bruises
That lived in my head
Every school note I signed
Every birthday I hid
I kept building a future
Out of what you did
[Pre-Chorus]
I learned to be steady
I learned how to stay
When love feels like thunder
Then it runs away
But the hurt lost its power
When I looked in my face
I was here all along
I was worth the space
[Chorus]
I was never wanted
Never wanted, still here
I was never wanted
But I made my own air
Say my name, say it soft
I survived the dark part
I was never wanted
But I still have a heart
(Never wanted)
(Still have a heart)
[Bridge]
And maybe that wound
Will always be mine
But it doesn’t get to write
The rest of my lines
I can choose who stays
I can choose who sees
I am not the hole you left
I am more than your leave
[Final Chorus]
I was never wanted
Never wanted, still here
I was never wanted
But I made my own air
Say my name, say it loud
I’m not lost in the dark part
I was never wanted
But I still have a heart
(Never wanted)
(Still have a heart)
Style
alt-pop ballad with half-time pulsesparse piano in versesbrushed drums and low synth swell in the pre-chorusand a wide singalong chorus with stacked harmonies; close-mic intimate lead vocaldoubled on the hookwith delay throws on key phrasesrising string pads into the chorusand a final lift with faint claps and airy backing chants. brightemotionaland punchy with a polished radio mix.
Prompt
A girl who never had a father figure and was disowned by her father and was never wanted
Credits
Prompt byBabyMetal85
GeneratedJun 14, 2026
ModelZona