Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] I’m a collection of rooms that I’ve had to lock tight A 15-year-old soldier still patrolling the night. Then there’s the girl who’s almost twenty-one Wondering how the hell she hasn't come undone. One part of me is reaching for the sun on the hill The other’s in that hallway, standing perfectly still. I’m a walking contradiction in a thrift-store dress A masterpiece of survival and a total disaster, I confess. [Pre-Chorus] I’ve got a "Nevermind, I’m fine" for every scar I own I’m the crowded dinner table and the girl who’s all alone. I’m the shield for my siblings, the ghost for my mom I’m the ticking of the clock and the center of the bomb. [Chorus] It’s an inner war, a dark romance with the pain I’m trying to find a rhythm in the middle of the rain. I’m the daughter who stayed, and the daughter who left I’m the life that was stolen, and the heart in the theft. I’m surviving out of spite, but I’m tired of the fight Just a mystery girl trying to make it through the light. [Verse 2] Sometimes I look in the mirror and I don't see a face Just a map of the exits in a dangerous place. I’m the funny girl cracking jokes at the wake Because if I stop laughing, the foundations will shake. I understand why she chose him—it’s a sickness, I know But I’m the consequence of seeds that she didn't mean to sow. I’m the girl who fought for everyone and lost herself instead Now I’m trying to find the living version of the girl I thought was dead. [Bridge] (Music swells with distorted cellos and a heavy, slow beat) Is it trauma? Is it strength? Is it just a long bad dream? I’m the silent underwater version of a scream. I’m twenty, I’m fifteen, I’m a hundred years old I’m the story of the fire that refused to grow cold. (Whispered) I’m still here. I’m still here. Why am I still here? [Chorus] It’s an inner war, a dark romance with the pain I’m trying to find a rhythm in the middle of the rain. I’m the daughter who stayed, and the daughter who left I’m the life that was stolen, and the heart in the theft. I’m surviving out of spite, but I’m tired of the fight Just a mystery girl trying to make it through the light. [Outro] (The beat slows down to a single, deep thrum) The 15-year-old finally puts down the gun. The 20-year-old starts to walk into the sun. It’s a struggle. It’s a mess. It’s a dark, twisted art. But it’s mine. All the pieces. Every broken, beating part. (Sound of a deep breath, then silence)
Tags
Dark Aesthetic/Cinematic Trip-Hop Vibe: Heavy, pulsing bass, haunting girl voice vocals with layers of echoes,moledy
Duration
3:57
Instrumental
No
Created
3/1/2026