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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Woke up to a quiet room
No name on my buzzing phone
Whole world making weekend plans
I just scroll
Then lock it
Go
Mug stains on the same old desk
Mail piled by the leaning door
I could disappear tonight
Would it echo?
Or be ignored
[Chorus]
Better off gone
Than always the last in line
Better off dust
Than stuck in this waiting mind
Never the first thought
First call
First choice
Just a ghost in a borrowed voice
If I fade out slow
Slip into the dawn
Tell me
Would it matter
Or am I better off gone
[Verse 2]
I learned how to take up space
Quietly
So I don't offend
Laugh at all the right bad jokes
Still nobody calls me friend
I’m the name they almost say
Then remember someone else
I am every empty seat
Saving places
For everyone but myself
[Chorus]
Better off gone
Than always the last in line
Better off dust
Than stuck in this waiting mind
Never the first thought
First call
First choice
Just a ghost in a borrowed voice
If I fade out slow
Slip into the dawn
Tell me
Would it matter
Or am I better off gone
[Bridge]
If there’s a world where I am chosen
Could you send a sign
Just one
Till then I’m here
Half-awake
Half-broken
Practicing how to
Come undone
[Chorus]
Better off gone
Than begging to just belong
Better off dust
Than proving they had me wrong
Never the first thought
First call
First choice
But I’m tired of killing my own voice
So if I fade out slow
Slip into the dawn
Hold me in a memory
Say I wasn’t better off gone
Details
GeneratedFeb 23, 2026
Duration3:08
LanguageEnglish
Style
Sparse, intimate piano ballad with male vocals; close, breathy delivery. First verse almost a whisper, subtle room reverb. Chorus swells with warm pads and soft low strings, kick buried deep just on downbeats for heartbeat weight. Second half adds fragile backing harmonies that crack and fall away on the last line, ending on a single held piano chord that fades into silence., sad
Credits
Prompt byMellowAnthem601
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Death, sadness, loneliness, alone, unloved, unwanted, forgotten, never someone’s chosen one, no one’s first thought. Better off dead., male, Sad
