Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Here's a little story, a real comedy, unfolding just for me Old ideals on trust, respect, a time I believed freely But then I met someone, full of false beliefs, living in a fantasy Thought the world was beautiful, a shiny angel, they couldn't see [Verse 1] We danced on illusions, in a bubble so warm Thought the world was a garden, but I was warned of the storm They said, "Look at the colors, look at the light"—but darkness creeped in Money's worth diminished, respect's the only thing that wins [Pre-Chorus] Honest to myself, I wondered, who's stronger in this fight? Lying just to hope, holding onto a flickering light But deep inside I knew the truth, shining cruel and clear In the end, the only thing I own—my hands, my mirror [Chorus] This comedy's a tragedy, played on a stage of my own Every laugh, every tear, in the silence I've known I tried to hold on to hope, but it faded away Now I stand alone, with nothing left to say [Bridge] Broke the chains of false beliefs, to see the world so stark Realized the joke was on me, lost in the dark Now I wonder, who’s the stronger, who’s the real king? It’s the honest truth, it’s the hands that can bring [Outro] So I did what I loved, but I never lied to my soul In this comedy of life, I finally took control There’s no hope but what I hold inside In my hands, alone I reside
Tags
Dark comedic folk, raw acoustic guitar, spoken word elements, introspective mood
2:59
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3/5/2026