[Verse 1]
Yeah—
Stitched up crooked, heartbeat skipping in fragments,
Living with a vacancy rattling my ribcage backwards,
Smiles all practiced, pain packed in the attic,
I learned how to mask it, then weaponize damage.
Love came with hooks and conditions attached,
Felt warm for a moment, then split me in half,
I was begging for balance, got dragged through the past,
Now I sprint through the wreckage and don’t look back.
Faith kept flickering, hope felt borrowed,
Prayers hit ceilings, came back hollow,
I don’t blame fate, I don’t blame God,
I blame staying too long when the signs said “not.”
Pulse ice-cold, thoughts razor sharp,
I dissect the dark just to restart the heart,
This ain’t anger, this is triage talk,
Cut to survive, leave the rest in chalk.
[Chorus]
I have this hole in my heart, I got to break you,
Don’t blame me, it was the good Lord who forsake you,
Be prepared as I’m gonna run my wooden stake through
Your cold heart, in the dark,
This is the final part.
Time for life to restart,
Repair my bleeding heart.
[Verse 2]
Now I’m doubling cadence, breathless and driven,
Syllables ricochet, teeth stay clenched when I spit ‘em,
You fed off my mercy, mistook it for permission,
I was bleeding in silence, you called it submission.
I tried stitching the wound with patience and grace,
But rot don’t heal just ‘cause you cover the place,
So I sever the bond, cauterize what remains,
Let the past stay buried where it rots in its grave.
I don’t swing for revenge, I swing for release,
But freedom ain’t gentle, it cuts you to pieces,
Heart still beating with militant tempo,
If it hurts to let go, that’s the cost of the info.
I don’t chase absolution, I manufacture change,
Every scar is a chapter engraved in my frame,
You call this cruel, I call this awake,
Sometimes love gotta die so the soul can escape.
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Wait—hold the blade steady, this is surgery,
Not rage in my chest, it’s clarity,
Some wounds don’t close with apologies,
They close when you cut out the artery.
If it feels final, it’s meant to be,
Endings hurt worse when they set you free,
I’m not losing a heart tonight—
I’m reclaiming what’s left of me.
[Verse 3]
Back from the brink with a colder demeanor,
Vision stay clear when the heart gets cleaner,
No more begging for warmth from a dead-lit freezer,
I learned real quick how to be my own healer.
I move with precision, no tears in the math,
Every step is a stitch when I walk from the past,
You called me heartless for choosing my path,
I call it survival, you wouldn’t last.
Final chapter, no sequel, no plea,
I burned the old blueprint, rebuilt me from me,
Heart still tender but harder to bleed,
I don’t fear the dark—I carved light out of it.
If I break you, it’s never for sport,
It’s the cost of repair when the damage is deep,
This the end of the war in my chest,
Let it die so the rest of me lives.
[Chorus]
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