Okay I’m putting these into Zona: (help me come up with a music style)
I came in sideways,
two charts fighting over who gets to steer me,
Capricorn steel with a Pisces undertow pulling theory.
Childhood didn’t raise me
it warned me, bruised me, veered me,
Mom in the room but never near me,
Dad fading out before he could hear me
Panic hit before puberty—
air cutting out, heartbeat glitching,
but I didn’t disappear,
I adapted,
made survival my primary language,
turned symptoms into navigation
and scars into living maps
Night shift shaped the rest:
the wired, the weird,
the too-much,
the ones who laugh at the wrong moments
because that’s how we keep breathing
Both of us broken
but only one of us shows it
I level up
dimensions
you misguide
intentions.
I believe in what I build,
I only build what I believe in
You got excuses, places to be,
doors you keep leaving—
I brought rhyme,
you brought the reasons,
and a list of exits
you keep retreating
You the hero that’s planning and scheming,
I’m the villain who got your back
and taking all the heat in
I’d donate a lung
if you couldn’t breathe in
you’d sign the paper,
unplug the machines and
There ain’t no rest for the wicked
so there’s no R-I-P-in,
just me, you, and a baby—
but the baby a ghost
and it keeps screaming
You want quiet,
I absorb it.
You want peace,
but only when it’s painless.
You want love
but only the version
that didn’t require you to stay steady
And every future we touched
still rattles its chains
because you ran from endings
I was willing to face
You freeze when it matters,
I cut through the static.
You choke on the truth,
I spit it automatic
You keep rearranging your fears
like furniture
I walk through the dark
without blinking
You call it fate
when it favors you,
you call it chaos
when it doesn’t
But I built myself
from everything you ran from
and that’s why your story
can’t outrun mine
You had a heart
I once did too.
Put the baby to sleep,
nursery rhyme or two
I learned origami
and that’s just for you,
’cause you folded me up
and stayed tucked away
Went from baby
to best friend
to one-day-maybe lover,
went from happy
to vacations
ended up in the hamper
Now I’m folded and put away—
out of sight, out of mind,
for another life,
not another day
The baby crying too loud
and you got a headache,
so lock the door, keep the key,
pretend you can’t hear me
I’ll adapt to the dark
and get comfy,
fold it up like you wanted,
just another Tuesday
Your perfect life stay on display—
daydream to nightmare
’cause I flipped the script,
dreamed of a lullaby
but it hums my name.
Now I laid the baby down to sleep,
but I’m afraid
my soul ain’t yours to keep