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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I left the door half open
For the wrong kind of rain
Told myself I'd fix it later
But later felt the same
I kept the map with coffee stains
And took the longest way
Now every stop I passed by
Has my name on the frame
[Pre-Chorus]
I can hear it now
In the quiet of the room
All the little yeses
That turned into the bruise
[Chorus]
My hands made the mess
My heart kept the score
I was my own mistake
I can’t blame the floor
I broke what I touched
Then asked for more
My hands made the mess
My heart kept the score
[Verse 2]
I let the truth sit folded
At the bottom of my bag
Smiled like I had nothing
While the glass was starting to crack
I chose the easy answer
Over what was true
Now the mirror shows me
Everything I put you through
[Pre-Chorus]
I can hear it now
In the quiet of the room
All the little yeses
That turned into the bruise
[Chorus]
My hands made the mess
My heart kept the score
I was my own mistake
I can’t blame the floor
I broke what I touched
Then asked for more
My hands made the mess
My heart kept the score
[Bridge]
If I could meet that version
Standing in the shade
I'd take the cheap excuses
And throw them all away
I'd say, "Look at the damage"
"Don't call it fate"
"Every crooked choice you made
Had a price to pay"
[Final Chorus]
My hands made the mess
My heart kept the score
I was my own mistake
I can’t blame the floor
I broke what I touched
Then asked for more
My hands made the mess
My heart kept the score
[Outro]
Still, I’m here to learn
From the shape of what I lost
If regret can be a teacher
Then I’m paying the cost
Details
GeneratedJun 6, 2026
Duration3:54
LanguageEnglish
Style
Pop ballad with mid-tempo pulse and gentle syncopated piano; verse stays intimate with sparse kick, low piano, and close-mic vocal, pre-chorus opens with rising strings and stacked harmonies, chorus lands on wide drums and a singable hook. Use breathy doubles, a few delay throws on key words, and soft backing "oh" lifts. Add tape hiss, a reverse swell into the first chorus, and a final lift with bright cymbal shimmer. Intimate, polished, and emotional.
Credits
Prompt byJulie_Naylor
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
A reflection song showing the mistakes a person has made
