Can't say

**[Intro – Spoken, low and raspy over distant, detuned piano and sub-bass rumble]**

Yeah… I can’t say I don’t love you…

But this splitting… it’s coming again…

**[Verse 1 – Bluesy vocal, half-sung half-growled, sparse jazz brushes on snare]**

I can’t say I don’t love you,

Can’t say I don’t want you, no…

But the splitting’s creeping back in my veins,

Don’t know how much longer I can hold this frame.

Flipping my lid, speaking my mind raw,

Imagine seeing the good stuff without the war.

My brain don’t spin like yours do, clean and bright,

You blame me for the shadows I fight every night.

**[Pre-Chorus – Trap hi-hats ticking slow like a dying clock, guitar feedback swelling]**

I put myself through hell, dragging these chains,

You ain’t coming with me, too wrapped in your games.

Pushing them buttons, yeah I see you, booboo,

Saying it’s serving me well… what a fucking voodoo.

**[Chorus – Full band drops in heavy, dark jazz horns cry over distorted trap beat, vocal layered and haunting]**

Any excuse to drop me when I needed you most,

You don’t care enough, I can feel it in your ghost.

You lied to me, twisted, hope you remember the shit he gave,

Punished me for the episodes, smeared my feelings like a slave.

Weak at the knees, overloaded, can’t breathe,

This love is killing me slow… but I can’t leave.

**[Verse 2 – Slower, more intimate, blues guitar bends bending into pain]**

You say it’s serving me well, every knife you twist,

I’m overloaded, feelings dismissed.

My brain don’t work like yours, no linear grace,

You point at the wreckage and laugh in my face.

I hope you choke on the memory of what you broke,

The way you watched me drown while you stayed afloat.

**[Bridge – Jazz piano solo creeps in, almost improvisational and unhinged, then trap beat cuts back harder]**

I see you… yeah I see you…

Pushing those buttons, dropping me low…

You never came with me into the fire,

Just watched from the outside, feeding the liar…

**[Final Chorus – Everything layers: screaming rock guitar, wailing blues vocal ad-libs, sub-bass shaking the floor]**

Any excuse to drop me when I needed you most,

You don’t care enough — I can taste it like smoke.

You lied, you’re twisted, remember the damage you gave,

Punished every episode, made me feel like a slave.

Weak at the knees… overloaded…

I can’t say I don’t love you…

But this splitting’s gonna take me…

**[Outro – Everything strips back to lone piano and fading 808 pulse, vocal whispered and broken]**

I can’t say I don’t want you… no…

But I don’t know how much longer…

I can go…

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There it is — raw, bleedin