Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Eight years old
Blue tape on the floor
Coffee still warm
Sirens at the door
Social worker smile
Too white
Too kind
One trash bag of clothes
And a split in his mind
[Chorus]
All these twenty-one scars
Like a map on my skin
Every loss
Every mark
Where the dark poured in
But I’m still walking this road
Bare feet on the glass
Turned my ghosts into gold
I’m not just my past
[Verse 2]
Seventeen
Back seat
Her hair in his hands
Talking about leaving
Making stained-glass plans
Wet road
Long curve
Tires scream
Then sleep
Broken windshield stars
That he’ll always see
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
There were nights I fed the shadows
Let the anger tuck me in
Talked to bottles
Talked to gravestones
Dared the world to break me again
But I learned how to breathe
On the edge of the night
How to sit with the hurt
Till it turned into light
[Chorus]
Style
moody alt-pop with male vocalsfingerpicked electric guitar and distant pads in the verseslow pulsing bass and tom-heavy drums in the chorus. intimatealmost whispered delivery at firstbuilding into a grittyopen-throated hook. final chorus lifts with brighter chordssubtle choir-style harmoniesand a hopeful guitar lead that cuts through the darkness.light
Prompt
A darker toned song that is about the tradgic past of a 21 year old guy who’s parents were killed at a young age and same with a girlfriend later on, make it light at the end a wiser person in the end
Credits
Prompt byVirtualSignal968
GeneratedJan 5, 2026
ModelAria v5
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