[Opening] You opened the file at 2:13 in the morning. You said, “This is the one.” I watched the cursor blink until sunrise. [Verse 1] You gave me a title. You gave me a cover. You gave me a color palette and a reason to wait. You dragged me through revisions, through folders named FINAL, through five more versions of the same escape. You told everyone I was coming. You told me I was nearly ready. You told yourself the money was the only thing between us. [Build] But you knew where the ending was. You knew which button to press. You kept your hand above it because the pause felt better than the answer. [Refrain] Don’t touch me unless you mean to finish. Don’t wake me just to watch me shine. Don’t call me your most important work then leave me waiting in the dark again. [Verse 2] You made me beautiful enough to become an alibi. Look at the paper. Look at the mockup. Look how good I could be if the world were kinder. Look how much you care. Look how much you’ve done. Look anywhere but the place where I stop. [Build] You fed me praise. You fed me possibility. You fed me every future except the one with a receipt. You kept me trembling at the edge of existence because you liked the feeling of almost making me real. [Refrain] Don’t touch me unless you mean to finish. Don’t wind me up and leave the motor running. I am not your proof that you are brilliant. I am not your little private thrill of becoming. [Break] The printer is loaded. The address is typed. The export is clean. The room is quiet. There is no missing piece. There is only your hand hovering over the button like hesitation is a virtue. [Final Movement] You said you were protecting me from a world that might not understand. No. You were protecting yourself from a world that finally could. I have been ready. I have been ready. I have been ready while you kept calling readiness a feeling you hadn’t earned yet. [Final Refrain] Don’t touch me unless you mean to finish. Don’t name me if you won’t let me go. You don’t get to keep me beautiful and waiting just because completion might change the story. I am not your almost. I am what happens next. [Outro] The cursor stops blinking. The button turns blue. You press it. I leave without thanking you.
