[Intro – whispered, echoing over soft piano and reverb static]
I dressed in black for the girl I used to be…
But maybe this funeral…
Was never meant for me.
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[Verse 1 – dark melodic, haunting vocal delivery]
Try to keep it cordial, bite my tongue to bleed
Let karma be my weapon while you still think you’re free
I smile at the casket, yeah, you made me jaded
Used to be gold, now I’m rusted and faded
All that love? Just a loaded gun
And you pulled the trigger, just for fun
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[Pre-Chorus – slow, menacing build]
They say hate is a strong word
But I swear to God, you earned it
Every scar you left on me
Turned into the dirt where I buried me
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[Chorus – explosive, cinematic guitars with distorted synths]
Funeral—got front row seats to my funeral
Tried to be so picture-perfect
Wasn’t worth it, now it’s dirt, yeah
Beat me black and blue, tore me right in two
Wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy—
But I wish it on you
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[Verse 2 – dual vocal style: soft female lead with a male distorted echo behind her]
You held me down while I held my breath
Said it was love, but it felt like death
Look who’s breaking now under pressure
Bet you thought you’d last forever
But your mirror’s cracking just like mine
Only I crawled back from the line
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[Pre-Chorus – softer, eerie and regretful]
I told the reaper when you see her
Say I’m sorry I couldn’t be her
But sorry never fixed the rot
And now the grave is all I’ve got
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[Chorus – swelling with strings, full drums, layered harmony]
Funeral—got front row seats to my funeral
Tried to be so picture-perfect
Wasn’t worth it, now it’s dirt, yeah
Beat me black and blue, tore me right in two
Wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy—
But I wish it on you
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[Bridge – harsh, industrial edge with spoken/rap-style delivery]
I hope someone breaks your bones like vows
Hope they burn what’s left of your crooked crown
Hope they dig through the dirt to find your pride
And crush it like you did mine
And when you scream, when you fall
I hope they don’t catch you at all
I hope they whisper:
“This is what you made.”
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[Final Chorus – stripped back then surges with emotion, fading to silence]
Funeral—got front row seats to my funeral
Tried to be so picture-perfect
But you’re the reason I wasn’t worth it
Beat me black and blue, now I see the truth
Wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy…
But I wish it on you.
(I wish it on you…)
(Fade into eerie, single heartbeat sound)
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