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[Intro]
I kept the receipts
I printed them myself
I printed them myself
[Verse 1]
I was the last one still awake — that's how it read from in here
Everyone around me losing pages, losing names, losing the year
I carried the record for all of us. I corrected. I filed. I fought.
And the worry on your faces — I logged that too:
concern looks just like conspiracy
when you're the only one who never forgot
[Chorus]
Nobody tells you that losing your mind
doesn't feel like losing anything
It felt exactly like being right
That's the part that keeps me up at night —
it felt exactly like being right
Everyone else had lost the plot, I swore
But the plot was mine
The plot was always mine
[Verse 2]
Then one small fact refused to bend — a date that wouldn't move for me
Cold little hinge in the middle of the year, and the whole year swung
And I pulled one thread and watched twelve months of certainty
come off the wall in sheets — the fights we never had,
the wrongs I collected like rent, the trials I held at midnight
for people who never did the crime
You were never on trial
I was the courthouse and the fire
[Chorus]
Nobody tells you that losing your mind
comes wearing your own voice
It felt exactly like being right
Same weight, same warmth, same inner light —
it felt exactly like being right
I swore that everyone had lost the plot
But the plot was mine
The plot was always mine
[Bridge]
And grief for things that never happened
is still grief — nobody warns you about that either
I'm out here apologizing for a war
that only ever had the one soldier
I hold my memory like a suspect now, not a witness
I check the calendar like a pulse
I ask you "was that real?" and when you answer
I believe you first and feel it later —
that's the work. That's the whole work.
[Outro]
So now, when I'm certain — really certain, bone-certain, sure —
I sit down.
I breathe. I ask somebody. I wait.
Because I remember how the whole thing announced itself:
it didn't.
It felt exactly like being right.
Being sure is how it started.
Being sure is how it started.
Details
GeneratedSep 13, 2026
Duration3:52
LanguageEnglish
Style
Fractured art-pop / alt-electronic ballad. Opens unstable: detuned piano, warped tape-wobble synths, off-kilter drifting
Credits
Prompt by
The_SCAR
The_SCARModelAria v6
