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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You could've held my hand
Showed me how to stand
But you chose the sharper thing
Turned your tongue into a brand
Laughed at every little flaw
Pulled the wings off my belief
Called it "tough love" in the kitchen
I just called it grief
[Pre-Chorus]
You said
"One day you'll thank me"
Now I only thank the dark
Every lesson that you gave me
Left another little mark (yeah)
[Chorus]
Mom
You could've raised a man
But you carved out what was true
Now I'm heartless
Cut with my words
Just like you taught me to do
Mom
You turned my warmth to stone
Left me cold and turning blue
Now I burn
Now I burn through people
The way you burned through me too
[Verse 2]
I was ten
At the table
You were aiming for the bruise
Tore the picture off the fridge
Said
"You're nothing but bad news"
Now I sharpen every sentence
Every joke got teeth and claws
I wear armor made of silence
Hide the child behind the walls
[Pre-Chorus]
You said
"One day you'll see it
Life will do worse things than me"
But the worst thing that it gave me
Was your voice inside of me (inside of me)
[Chorus]
Mom
You could've raised a man
But you carved out what was true
Now I'm heartless
Cut with my words
Just like you taught me to do
Mom
You turned my warmth to stone
Left me cold and turning blue
Now I burn
Now I burn through people
The way you burned through me too
[Bridge]
Do you ever lose your sleep?
Do my eyes still haunt your dreams?
Or am I just another story
You twist to keep your conscience clean?
I keep saying I'll be different
But your shadow's in my throat
Every time I hurt somebody
Feels like reading from your notes (yeah)
[Chorus]
Mom
You could've raised a man
But you carved out what was true
Now I'm heartless
Cut with my words
Just like you taught me to do
Mom
You turned my warmth to stone
Left me cold and turning blue
Now I cut
Now I cut like you did
And I hate that it's all from you
Details
GeneratedJan 22, 2026
Duration3:12
LanguageEnglish
Style
Brooding alt-rap ballad with male vocals: sparse minor-key piano under a pulsing sub-bass, brushed trap hats, and distant choir pads. Verses stay intimate and close-mic’d; chorus swells with layered, slightly distorted harmonies. Occasional reverse reverb swells and filtered drums heighten tension, then drop out for raw, spoken-style lines.
Credits
Prompt by
Romano5150
Romano5150ModelAria v5
Prompt
Mom you could have held my hand and raised a man. But I stead to tortured me and made fun of me. No I’m heartless, cut with my words just like you taught me. Why did you hurt me., male, dark emotions
