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Nothing Left to Fix

Lovelace🖤
Lovelace🖤
Raggedy, Vocal fry, cute vocal, sped up, bluegrass, deep beats, steady rhythm, humorvoll, free, vocal fry, emotioneel, no autotune, handclaps, beat-driven, hurdy gurdy, touching, breathy, raspy raw voice, depressive, catchy vocals, whistling, gabber, Raging voice, no instruments, clear raspy angry female steady rhythm, no instruments, only vocals, no autotune, beat-driven, fast-pace, catchy, heavy vocals, breathy, raspy raw voice, depressive, filter, deep synth, reggae roots, heartfelt delivery, ‑No screaming, pulsating, floating, intense breakdowns, theremin, gentle beats, melodic ballad, 105 bpm, ethereal voice, crisp, raspy, driving beat, gentle piano, gravelly voice, polish language, low pitched, deep kicks, high voice, tenor vocals, deeply emotional, deep vocals, deep vocals, deep percussion

[VERSE 1] You said I was too loud, so I swallowed my thunder. Said my teeth looked cruel, so I buried them under. Said my eyes held too much, so I emptied the fucking wells. Said my heart was a problem— so I locked it somewhere else. [PRE-CHORUS] You kept handing me a knife made entirely out of your standards. I kept handing you pieces back like proof I fucking understood. [CHORUS] Cut the horns. Cut the tongue. Cut the parts that made me run. Scrape the fingerprints away. Give you nothing left to blame. I became a blank fucking canvas— you still hated the way I hung. I could've vanished down to atoms and you'd ask why I wasn't enough. [VERSE 2] I peeled the stars from my skin, drained the oceans from my bones. Turned myself into an empty room and somehow you still complained about the echo. I buried every version of me that ever made you fucking mad— then you stared at the graveyard and asked why I looked so sad. [CHORUS] Cut the horns. Cut the tongue. Cut the parts that made me run. Scrape the fingerprints away. Give you nothing left to blame. I became a blank fucking canvas— you still hated the way I hung. I could've vanished down to atoms and you'd ask why I wasn't enough. [BRIDGE] That’s the joke, isn't it? I thought the problem was me. So I kept removing pieces until there was nothing left to disagree with. And somehow you still found something wrong. [FINAL CHORUS] So keep your fucking measuring tape. Keep your list of what I lack. I spent so long becoming smaller I forgot I could've walked back. You wanted something flawless— something hollow, something numb. I gave you everything you asked for. You still asked what I'd become. [OUTRO] Nothing left to fix. Nothing left to blame. Nothing left but the silence where I used to have a name. And somehow— still not enough.