tragic but valid

**[Chorus]** Tragic but valid, pain turned palette. Fit so clean, got trauma in the fabric. Still get ghosted, still look savage, still make rent off jokes and bad habits. Heart on private, wrist on flash, Stone Hearts heavy but I move fast. She like, *“You deep,”* I laugh, then pass— can't heal fast when the made like glass. --- **[Verse 1]** Backpack stuffed with past decisions, old receipts and failed revisions. Vape on peach, brain on glitchin’, still can’t cry, but I post with wisdom. “Boy, you good?”—yeah, sure, in captions. Offline, I’m stuck in patterns. Swipe too much, don’t sleep enough, ghost myself before love happens. New fit loud, but I walk soft. Grew from dirt, now I talk moss. Wrote my pain, made it sound like floss— they eat it up but don’t get the cost. --- **[Chorus – repeat]** Tragic but valid, pain turned palette. Fit so clean, got trauma in the fabric. Still get ghosted, still look savage, still make rent off jokes and bad habits. Heart on private, wrist on flash, Stone Hearts heavy but I move fast. She like, *“You deep,”* I laugh, then pass— can't heal fast when made like glass --- **[Verse 2]** Told my truth in designer fonts, spilled my soul in a four-bar taunt. Said I’d quit, then I lit one— some lies just got better fronts. Made my mess into merch ideas. Turned regret to a new idea. My last girl blocked me on main, but still views stories like I might heal. I dance like I got no shame, but I save screenshots like pain’s a game. Still broke, but I look like fame. Still lost, but I sign my name. --- **[Chorus – repeat/finale]** Tragic but valid, pain turned palette. Fit so clean, got trauma in the fabric. Still get ghosted, still look savage, still make rent off jokes and bad habits. Heart on private, wrist on flash, Stone Hearts heavy but I move fast. She like, *“You deep,”* I laugh, then pass— can't heal fast when made like glass