My heart, speaks to yours, In a language, I've never heard before. My soul, yearns for more, After so many years locked, behind closed doors. Moments of silence, a whisper, a promise, To let the past be the past and put it all behind us. You and I, something greater has designed this, The connection shared, something divine is behind it. Wait... stop the tape. Turn that shit off. We need to settle the ledger. I built the blueprints, I played the Architect’s part, While you played your games and you tore at the heart. I was lifting the world, coming home from the shift, While you let the foundation and the promises drift. At the bedside of my mother, where she fought for her breath, You made me lie to her face, that’s a spiritual debt. I was managing the house, I was managing the pain, While you were out in the shadows, just playing your games. February came around, the big four-zero on the clock, Instead of a celebration, you just walked off the block. Twice you forgot the day I was born, no dignity shown, No Happy Birthday, no flowers, just me on my own. Leaving me on my fortieth, the coldest move you ever made, Now the interest is rising and the debt won't be stayed. I gave you a pinky promise, stability for Grace, But you’d rather have a rival standing right in my place. I promised the we, I promised a life that was true, But you only showed up when it benefited YOU. Easter of twenty-six, the love was rewritten, Or so I believed, while I was heart-sick and smitten. April showers were supposed to bring flowers for my soul, A resurgence of us, you let me take full control. You called me your leader, you wanted to be led, Put the crown on my head while you shared in my bed. Sending pictures of your body, flirting deep in the night, Calling me your master, saying everything felt right. You played the submissive, you wanted me to dominate, Openly loving your husband, sealing what we thought was fate. But I see the truth now, the ink is all dry, I’m just the backup when his well is run dry. I’m the emergency exit, the glass that you break, When the man that you chose leaves you nothing but ache. You reach for the Architect when your own house is cold, Trading April’s false flowers for a lie you’ve been sold. You only want my fire when your world is all gray, Then you cast me aside when he looks back your way. Twelve months of my life, yeah, I’m checking the time, A year that I lost to your rhythm and rhyme. You utilized my spirit 'til the tank was all dry, Then left the Architect standing 'neath a hollowed-out sky. You owe me the peace that you stole from my soul, And you’re deep in the red, and you’ve lost all control. I look at the logs and the numbers are cold, A story of a bankruptcy starting to unfold. The moments of silence, The games that you played, Now I’m the collector, And the debt must be paid! MOMENTS... OF SILENCE! You can apologize to me, you can apologize to Mom, But your words are like a whisper in the middle of a bomb. I saw you singing your song, trying to make it a hit, But it’s a ghost in the static, and I’m finished with it. You gave me the pain, yeah, you gave me the hell, But you gave me the story that I’m here to tell. Your song will never chart, it’s just a hollow noise, While I’m dropping these bombs with a steady-handed poise. I’m not sorry for my truth, I’m not sorry for my name, I’ve got lyrical fortitude... and I’m rising from the flame. Now you sit in the silence, in the bed that you made, Let it weigh on your soul while the memories fade. I hope the new thing you found fails you horribly, too, When the silence you carry starts to scream back at you. When it’s too loud for him, and you’re broken and small, I hope you remember the Architect through it all. Every shadow you chase, every lie that you tell, Is a stone in the pocket of the silence where you dwell. Moments of silence, No whisper, No promise, no promise The past is the past, and I’ve put it behind us., Nothing greater designed this, no divine behind it, Just the wreckage you left, and the strength that I find in it. ,I'm stronger now!, To let the past be the past,Let it go, To put it all behind us, It's over!, Your song is over. Mine is just beginning.
