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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Little metal ballerina in my chest
Spinning on a spring, doesn't ever get rest
Every memory a chipped tooth, jaw locked tight
Talking to the ceiling at 4 a.m. light
"I'm sorry for existing" on loop in my throat
They told me "toughen up" while I tried not to choke
If you saw what my eyes saw, you would flinch, you would fold
But they call it "just a phase," watch me crumble alone
[Chorus]
I'm sorry for being me
Porcelain heart with a hairline seam
Never good enough, never really seen
So fucking lonely I can hear me breathe
If you knew what I been through, you'd understand me
But I’m always misunderstood, pushed out to the edge of the seat
Like the chair at the table that nobody needs
Like the song in the box that they never let breathe
[Verse 2]
"Why you always so quiet?" ’cause my past too loud
I learned early how to blend into a hostile crowd
Hands that should've held me only pointed and pressed
Now I second-guess my shadow, even doubt my own steps
Phone full of numbers I can’t really call
Scroll through faces, feel nothing at all
"Cheer up, it gets better" from mouths that don’t care
Tell me how to heal from a life that ain't fair
[Bridge]
[Beat drops to just music box and vocal]
I been screaming in a language they don't speak
Whole life hiding in a corner of the week
Every "are you okay?" barely touches my skin
'Cause they don't wait for the answer, they just want me to grin
[Chorus]
I'm sorry for being me
Porcelain heart with a hairline seam
Never good enough, never really seen
So fucking lonely I can hear me breathe
If you knew what I been through, you'd understand me
But I’m always misunderstood, pushed out to the edge of the seat
Like the chair at the table that nobody needs
Like the song in the box that they never let breathe (never let me breathe)
Details
GeneratedJan 26, 2026
Duration2:47
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Sparse, haunted music-box sample over warm sub bass and stripped trap drums, 70–80 BPM. Intimate male vocals, confessional tone; verses in close-mic rap with breaths and cracks left in, chorus half-sung with layered, ghostly harmonies. Snare stays distant, kick soft but deep; reverb blooms on the hook like a cold room opening up, then tucks back in for the verses. Occasional reverse-piano swells and filtered noise to underline emotional pivots.
Credits
Prompt by
GlitchTempo118
GlitchTempo118ModelAria v5
Prompt
I'm sorry for being me. I'm never good enough. I'm so fucking lonely. If you know what I been through then you would understand me. But I'm always misunderstood and never wanted. Music box melody. Rap
