[Intro – soft ambient pads, reverb piano, whispered voice]
Ok... yeah, yeah
Alright... shall we begin?
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[Verse 1 – spoken rap, slow tempo]
You don’t know what I wear —
It’s a mask… just to handle the stress
Stress? Nah, it don’t just press —
It wrecks, it stains, it makes a mess.
So I’m sending this message out to you —
Don’t light my flame unless you’re ready to burn through.
You still don’t see it clear...
Everything I did — I did it for you.
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[Verse 2 – beat enters, mellow bass drop]
And I keep breaking my head
Tryna make sense of the chaos in my chest
This pain? It’s built like a mansion of roses —
Looks beautiful… but cuts nonetheless.
I still don’t get it, even now —
After all that, you’re not meant for me, somehow.
Less stress now, 'cause I see the scene:
In this game of pain... I’ve become the king.
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[Hook – sung/half-rapped, melodic vocal layer]
Still staring at my phone
Waiting for a spark, just one tone
Even just a notification
To flip that switch — to turn me on.
Rhymes? I stumble —
Just like I hate being “the next one”
In your infinite list of faces
But me? I never changed once...
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[Chorus – dark pop melody, layered harmonies]
And I keep breaking my head
Tryna make sense of the chaos
Inside this rose-made prison bed
Where beauty brings... only pain
I still don’t get it —
Even now, you ain’t meant for me
But I see it now...
In the game of pain — I wear the crown
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[Bridge – ambient pause, distant echo FX]
Stress? What a dress.
A crown of thorns rests on my head...
It’s a burden, yeah — but I wear it well.
Still wanna see your face light up —
Like heaven in the middle of this hell.
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[Outro – soft, whispered tone with fading piano]
Still... I don’t know
If staying close to you
Was the real mistake.
Colddisaster
