[Intro — Deep male voice, elegant and almost aristocratic] Please… Could everyone stop feeling everything For approximately… Four seconds? I’m emotionally available. Unfortunately. [Beat starts — Minimal bass, finger snaps, suspicious strings] I felt a little breeze And questioned all my life My coffee looked at me funny Now I’m seeing a therapist twice. Someone said “whatever” I heard “your soul is dead” I wrote a twelve-page statement Then forgot what someone said. [Pre-Chorus — Smooth, seductive male vocal] Oh, I feel too much I think too deep I lose my mind Before I sleep. The world is fragile The world is tough Everybody’s made of glass But somehow… I’m the one who’s had enough! [CHORUS — Explosive bass house drop] I’M SENSITIVE! IN A WORLD OF DRAMA! One little comment And I need my mama! I’M SENSITIVE! BUT MAKE IT FASHION! Crying in designer shoes With impeccable passion! Everybody’s offended Everybody’s a star Nobody knows who they are But they know who you are! [Sudden silence — A polite cough] Excuse me. That bass was emotionally aggressive. [DROP 2 — Unexpected orchestral waltz over distorted techno] I demand an apology From the weather today It rained on my feelings And then just walked away. The moon seems distant The stars seem cold And the supermarket cashier Didn't smile when I said hello. [Spoken — Deep, sinister whisper] I shall never recover. [Beat CUTS — Opera choir, dramatic strings] AAAAAAAH! [Instant switch to ridiculously funky bass] Wait… Was that a discount? I'M HEALED! [CHORUS 2 — Bigger, cheekier, more aggressive] I’M SENSITIVE! IN A WORLD OF DRAMA! My ego needs a palace My heart needs a sauna! I’M SENSITIVE! DON’T TEST MY PATIENCE! I can forgive the universe But not your punctuation! Everybody’s fragile Everybody’s right We’re all little emperors In a kingdom of Wi-Fi! [BREAKDOWN — Intimate voice over heartbeat and alien synths] And maybe… Just maybe… I’m not too sensitive. Maybe the world is just A badly organized group chat. [Beat stops] Who added my ex? [Massive industrial impact — Silence — One tiny music-box note] BLOCKED. [FINAL DROP — Full tribal-electro house, distorted brass, unexpected half-time groove] I FEEL! I THINK! I OVERANALYZE! I TURN A MINOR INCONVENIENCE INTO A NATIONAL CRISIS! I FEEL! I DANCE! I MAKE IT LOOK DIVINE! IF I'M GOING TO FALL APART AT LEAST THE LIGHTING MUST BE FINE! [Outro — Beat slows, elegant male whisper] To everyone who hurt my feelings… Thank you. I’ve turned you into a banger. And the royalties are mine.
