Verse 1
(Only a heavy, slow sub-bass heartbeat. Vocals are low, deadpan, and close to the mic.)
You liked me better when my voice was shaking.
You liked the quiet version of me.
The one that apologized for the space I took up.
The one that cleaned up the glass you broke.
Look at my hands.
They don't shake anymore.
Look at my face.
That's the front door.
Chorus
(The beat drops—a massive, distorted, industrial electronic wall of sound.)
You tried to break my bones.
You only broke my house.
You tried to kill my mind.
But I am walking out.
It’s gonna hurt like hell to heal from this.
But it hurt worse to stay.
You didn't kill me.
You just cleared the way.
Verse 2
(The music strips back to a cold, echoey synthesizer drone. Very stark.)
I used to check the weather by your mood.
Walking on eggshells until my feet bled.
You told me nobody else would ever want a broken thing.
But you're the one who broke it.
And you're the one who is small.
I’m not covering your bruises anymore.
I’m telling everyone.
Chorus
(Full heavy production—loud, cinematic, aggressive.)
You tried to break my bones.
You only broke my house.
You tried to kill my mind.
But I am walking out.
It’s gonna hurt like hell to heal from this.
But it hurt worse to stay.
You didn't kill me.
You just cleared the way.
Bridge
(The beat stops. Absolute silence except for a raw, echoing vocal.)
I am not your victim.
I am your consequence.
Outro
(The heavy industrial beat returns but slows down, sounding like a machine grinding to a halt.)
Hear that?
That’s me breathing.
In a room without you.
Free
Arkh
