[INTRO – Dialog] (Room tone, distant traffic, low synth pulse) WOMAN (quiet, shaken): "Something changed that night. I walked in as myself… and left as someone else." MAN (controlled, distant): "You’re reading too much into it. Nothing happened the way you say." --- [VERSE 1] Cold light on the apartment wall Clock hands scratching slow and tall I breathe in air that isn’t mine Every second out of time [PRE-CHORUS 1] I tried to speak, my throat went dry Words fell through the floor Some things happen without a sound But they echo evermore [CHORUS 1] You don’t get to write my past You don’t get to cross that line What was taken wasn’t asked What was broken wasn’t mine --- [VERSE 2] Morning comes without relief Coffee tastes like disbelief I replay frames I can’t rewind Looking for a warning sign [PRE-CHORUS 2] They say the truth is complicated Grey like smoke, not black or white But every doubt they throw at me Keeps me awake another night [CHORUS 2] You don’t get to write my past You don’t get to cross that line What was taken wasn’t asked What was broken wasn’t mine --- [VERSE 3] Plastic chairs and painted smiles Paper forms in stacked up piles They ask me calm, they ask me slow As if pain should neatly flow [PRE-CHORUS 3] A half-smile lands, a quiet joke As if this weight is light Their laughter cuts deeper than The silence of that night [CHORUS 3] You don’t get to write my past You don’t get to cross that line What was taken wasn’t asked What was broken wasn’t mine --- [VERSE 4] He explains with steady tone Frames himself as all alone Calls it “misread”, calls it “blurred” Says I heard the wrong words [PRE-CHORUS 4] But truth lives in the body first Before it learns to speak You don’t erase a boundary Just because you look so clean [CHORUS 4] You don’t get to write my past You don’t get to cross that line What was taken wasn’t asked What was broken wasn’t mine --- [VERSE 5] I stand upright though knees still shake I didn’t choose what this would take If no one listens, I still know What happened there, what changed my soul [PRE-CHORUS 5] This story isn’t yours to bend Or laugh away as small I carry truth, not shame And I will not dissolve [CHORUS 5] You don’t get to write my past You don’t get to cross that line What was taken wasn’t asked What was broken wasn’t mine --- [BRIDGE – Dialog] (Beat strips down, echoing space) OFFICER 1 (detached): "These situations are… hard to define." OFFICER 2 (almost amused): "It’s usually just misunderstandings." MAN (defensive): "I never meant any harm." WOMAN (steady, clear): "Intent doesn’t erase impact. And I remember." --- [GROOVY HOOK] No excuse, no rewrite No soft laugh makes it right Crossed a line in the dark Left a permanent mark --- [OUTRO] (Fading pads, breath) I keep my name I keep my voice What was done Was not a choice
