FEMALE VOCALS — dark‑alt, low‑mid female register, smoky tone, steady emotional delivery. You drift back in saying you’re holding tight, saying you feel something you can’t fight. But I can hear it in the tremble of your voice, the way you reach for me then lose your choice. You talk in circles built from smoke and doubt, say you’re sure then you fade right out. And I’m the one you keep misreading, don’t spill out truths you’re not believing. So I mark my faultlines now, a way to keep myself somehow. I won’t replay every vow you break inside my mind. You don’t mean the things you claim, wish you’d swallowed back the flame. I won’t stand here waiting on regret— your words turn into debt. I’m done with the rush and the quick retreat, the way you pull me close then hit delete. I’m tired of guessing what you really feel— I need something steady, something real. You talk in circles built from smoke and doubt, say you’re sure then you fade right out. And I’m the one you keep misreading, don’t spill out truths you’re not believing. So I mark my faultlines now, a way to keep myself somehow. I won’t replay every vow you break inside my mind. You don’t mean the things you claim, wish you’d swallowed back the flame. I won’t stand here waiting on regret— your words turn into debt. I want presence, not pretend, someone who doesn’t break or bend into silence when it gets too real— someone who knows how love should feel. So I mark my faultlines now, this time they’re mine, this time I’m found. I won’t keep bending every sound you leave inside my mind. You don’t mean the things you claim, wish you’d swallowed back the flame. I won’t stand here waiting on regret— your words become the echo I forget. Echo I forget… Echo I forget…
