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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I was mean to the nurses
Mean to the ones I loved
I rolled my eyes at the room light
Like I was above
I dropped the cup in my lap
Watched it spread on the floor
You still came back with a towel
Like you had done this before
[Pre-Chorus]
And now I count every step
Like it might disappear
Now I need both your hands
Just to keep me here
[Chorus]
I was hard to hold
Now I know it
I was hard to hold
Please don't leave me alone
White lesions being found on my brain
(white lesions)
Pain
Pain
[Verse 2]
The days got thin at the edges
The mirror looked strange
My mouth went dry with apologies
Too late to change
You learned my meds by the clock face
My fear by the sound
You tied up my shoes in the hallway
When I could not bend down
[Pre-Chorus]
And now I count every step
Like it might disappear
Now I need both your hands
Just to keep me here
[Chorus]
I was hard to hold
Now I know it
I was hard to hold
Please don't leave me alone
White lesions being found on my brain
(white lesions)
Pain
Pain
[Bridge]
If I was cruel, I was scared
If I bit, I was hurt
I was a storm in a small house
Breaking all I touched first
So stay by the bedlight
Stay when I shake
If I can't say thank you
Let my body say
[Final Chorus]
I was hard to hold
Now I know it
I was hard to hold
Please don't leave me alone
White lesions being found on my brain
(white lesions)
Pain
Pain
I was hard to hold
Now I know it
I was hard to hold
But you held me anyway
Pain
Pain
Details
GeneratedAug 5, 2026
Duration3:48
LanguageEnglish
Style
Pop ballad at a slow, haunted pulse with sparse piano, soft sub swells, brushed percussion, and a trembling synth halo; verses stay intimate and bare, pre-chorus lifts with stacked harmonies and a filtered riser, chorus opens into wide held chords and a repeating hook, bridge strips to voice and piano before the final lift. Close-mic female vocal, fragile lead with breathy doubles, whispered echoes, and emotional gang-harmony shadows., pop, slow
Credits
Prompt byAshBeeOhio
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
I want it to be pop, slow, haunting, but the real. I want it to be about a woman who got sick and had to rely on everyone to help her and she was mean. White lesions being found on my brain. Pain.
