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[Intro]
Everyone with a title told me the same word.
Done.
There's a folder on my table full of good advice.
[Verse 1]
The officer said protect yourself. The therapist said the same.
Every friend I trust said paper, walls, and distance — sign your name.
And here's the hell of it: not one of them is wrong.
I've read the folder twice. It's airtight.
The counsel for the defense of me
has rested. And I'm still here.
[Verse 2]
Because you aimed a word at me that had sirens in it
One sentence, and my whole free life stood flickering
The kind of word that opens cages — and I watched it swing my way
from the mouth I trusted most on earth.
No loving hand does that. That's the wound beneath the wound:
I know now what your voice can do to me.
I carry that. I'll always carry that.
[Chorus]
But love keeps outvoting the committee
Every night, same count, same one-vote win
So here's my whole answer, and it's all I've got:
we'll see.
Not yes. Not no. We'll see.
Show up like you said — I'll be watching like they said.
Both things true at once.
We'll see.
[Verse 3]
Your attendance is the only currency I take now
And I'll count it slow. Don't ask me to hurry.
Don't ask me not to flinch when your phone rings,
and don't you ever ask me to explain my caution —
you built my caution. Brick by brick, you built it.
You said you'd have no complaint. Hold that.
It's the truest thing you've said in a year.
[Bridge]
And the fear I don't say out loud, I'll sing it once:
what happens the next time your mind picks up the phone?
And if we make it — if — hear the fine print now:
there's a scar going in where the trust used to sit.
Love with a scar can still be love.
But the love from before us didn't survive the year,
and I won't pretend at resurrections.
What grows here grows new, and it grows slow, and it grows watched.
[Outro]
You said you'd stand outside the door of it.
Good. Stand there a while.
Let me watch you be true from a distance I choose.
The door's not locked.
It's not open either.
We'll see.
We'll see.
Details
GeneratedSep 14, 2026
Duration4:23
LanguageEnglish
Style
Sparse cinematic ballad — weathered mature male baritone, warm mid-low register but never bass, level and close-mic, imm
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Prompt by
The_SCAR
The_SCARModelAria v6
