🎵 Track Title: PILLAR TALK

🎵 Track Title: PILLAR TALK (They needed your strength. Not your voice.) [Intro] Welcome to MoomTown. Where some voices shout, and others simply hold everything together. There were days I held my breath so no one could hear the cracks. Smiled through the silence, thinking maybe that’s what strength was. Not being loud. Just being there. Always there. FUCK OFF [DROP 1] (Sparse ambient tones, soft low-end swell, distant echo of breath — no melody, just weight.) [Verse 1] I used to sit by the door waiting to be called in. Not for praise, not for credit, just to be seen by the ones I tried to hold up. Bedrock of the people. Standing firm with no one around. But no one ever asks if the bedrock gets tired... FUCK OFF. [DROP 2] (Sparse ambient tones, soft low-end swell, distant echo of breath — no melody, just weight.) [Verse 2] I cheered when no one else clapped. Lit fires when the halls were cold. Got 500 seconds of belief, for every time the signal dropped, hoping faith alone would carry the weight. You told me I mattered — that you would clap for me. I stayed for the roots & they watered the leaves. And suddenly, the pillar wasn’t worth much anymore. FUCK OFF. [DROP 3] (Sparse ambient tones, soft low-end swell, distant echo of breath — no melody, just weight.) [Verse 3] I built something. Said it loud from the start. "This is my piece. This is what I bring." You nodded. Smiled. Let the gate close like you didn’t just leave me on the porch. Too late, you told me. Not this round. But I was keeping time before the race was even announced. FUCK OFF. [DROP 4] (Sparse ambient tones, soft low-end swell, distant echo of breath — no melody, just weight.) [Verse 4] Seventy thousand seconds gone. Trust, traded for silence. I maintained a platform and the pavement. I swept the floor, kept the lights on, held the noise back while others took the stage. You danced on me, then asked why I wasn’t smiling. FUCK OFF. [DROP 5] (Sparse ambient tones, soft low-end swell, distant echo of breath — no melody, just weight.) [Bridge] Maybe I just wanted it to matter. Maybe staying meant something. Maybe silence was how I showed love. But the truth is — what holds it all together doesn’t always belong to the story. And maybe that’s okay. FUCK OFF. [DROP 6] (Sparse ambient tones, soft low-end swell, distant echo of breath — no melody, just weight.) [Outro] I’m not holding it up anymore. But I still know what it’s made of. And I still care if it falls. (Silence. Then: distant creak. Fade to static.)