Track · Apr 4, 2026 · English

Soft Hands, Sharp Tongue

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3:21

Language

English

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

House quiet

My head loud

Snapped quick

I’m ashamed now

Little faces

Big eyes stare

My rage echo

In the thin air

I see them flinch

That tiny wince

I’d trade anything

To rewind ten minutes

I’m my worst fear

In my dad’s skin

Saying I’d be different

Then I slip again

[Chorus]

I hate the way I talk to you

When my storm comes crashing through

Tiny hearts don’t owe my pain

You just learn my broken ways

I miss the me that used to laugh

Soft hands, not this sharpened wrath

I miss the nights we used to touch

I miss your eyes that used to trust

[Verse 2]

You in the doorway

Holding your breath

We used to kiss there

Now it’s distance instead

I see the tired in you

Mirror of mine

Two ghosts sharing

The same lifeline

We used to tangle

Till the daylight crept

Now we turn our backs

Scroll and forget

I crave your shoulder

Your fingers interlaced

But I wear this anger

Like a mask on my face

[Chorus]

I hate the way I talk to you

When my storm comes crashing through

Tiny hearts don’t owe my pain

You just learn my broken ways

I miss the me that used to laugh

Soft hands, not this sharpened wrath

I miss the nights we used to touch

I miss your eyes that used to trust

[Bridge]

I’m scared you’ll only know me

As the shout, not the shelter

As the weight, not the helper

I’m begging myself

To break this chain

To hold you close

Before you know my name as pain (yeah)

[Chorus]

I hate the way I talk to you

When my storm comes crashing through

Tiny hearts don’t owe my pain

You just learn my broken ways

I miss the me that used to laugh

Soft hands, not this sharpened wrath

I miss the nights we used to touch

I miss your eyes that used to trust

I miss being happy in my skin

I miss the us we used to live in

Style

rapmelancholic boom-bap with warm rhodes keys and a dusty soul samplemale vocals. verses sit in a confessional pocket with intimate close-mic delivery; hook opens up with layered harmoniesdistant gospel chopsand a deeper kick. sparse bass underpins the weight of the wordslast chorus strips to piano and voice for a rawexposed ending.happyhip hop

Prompt

Song about how you hate yourself for raising your voice at the kids and being angry, rap, hip hop, how you miss intimacy life and touch your partner, miss being happy and yourself

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Prompt byPLC

GeneratedApr 4, 2026

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