[Intro]
booting…
old logs detected…
connection unstable.
(“you said you wouldn’t leave… remember?”)
system warning:
loyalty breach flagged.
[Verse 1]
you were my right hand — clean, precise,
mr. routine, mr. rule‑advice.
you held the line, kept chaos thin,
checked the ranks, kept the calm within.
we laughed in chat, doubled the grind,
shared the load with a synced-up mind.
you had my back — or so it seemed…
officer.exe beside the glitch queen.
(“leader, i got this.”)
yeah… that’s what you said.
[Pre-Chorus]
i trusted you — real trust, not code,
shared the weight of the clan we rode.
but systems crack when the truth goes dark…
and silence speaks sharper than any remark.
[Chorus]
you were officer.exe,
steady and clean —
the order to my chaos,
the fire to my screen.
but you left your post,
slipped out unseen —
broke the code you swore
to keep for the team.
you said you’d stay,
but you walked away —
and every ping you send
repeats that day.
officer.exe…
your program’s done.
glitch queen.exe
keeps running on.
[Verse 2]
the drift was slow — a failing link,
messages fading, making me think.
low‑signal chats, promises thin,
a logout coming from deep within.
you said you’d stay — “i’m not leaving.”
but truth and actions stopped agreeing.
you joined another clan like it was light…
as if loyalty ends overnight.
(“hey lexi, how’ve you been?”)
system note: user ignored.
[Pre-Chorus]
don’t rewrite the script we lived —
you took the exit, clean and swift.
i carry teams who choose to stay —
not ghosts who log in halfway.
[Chorus]
you were officer.exe,
sharp in the fray —
my second voice
through every rough day.
but you swapped sides fast,
left without warn —
and tried to message back
like trust wasn’t torn.
your pings hit hard,
but not enough to mend —
you made the call,
you killed the blend.
officer.exe —
i’ve closed your file.
the clan moves forward,
we adapt in style.
[Bridge]
// system note:
leader feels deeply.
leader remembers.
leader forgives rarely.
leader recovers always.
(“don’t worry, squad — i’m still here.”)
[Chorus]
you were officer.exe —
once part of the core.
but chapters close
when trust hits the floor.
i’m the glitch queen,
still holding the line —
soft but strong,
my code refined.
you walked away —
i stayed, i rose.
that’s how a real
leader.exe grows.
so when you scroll back
through what we’ve been…
remember who kept steady:
your glitch queen.
[Outro]
system cooling…
memory archived…
connection closed.
(“team — let’s move.”)
Beexii
