Intro (Cold, sparse industrial pulse — detuned guitar scrape, distant metallic clank, breath close to the mic) I said “I do” with stars in my eyes You said “mine” like it was already signed Love looked pretty in the candlelight Until the invoice came due Verse 1 You loved the way I looked when I was soft Then you priced every piece of me Engagement band, anniversary band Guitars I used to sing myself free Sold them when the money got tight Blamed me for bleeding after the birth Said “you should’ve bounced right back to work” While you never once cut your own worth You never sacrificed a single night Just pointed the finger and called it my fault Chorus 1 You made me feel shame… shame… shame To you it was a game, game, game I will never be the same, same, same And you’re to blame, blame, blame You put a price tag on my name, name, name Tried to auction off my veins, veins, veins But I was never for sale, sale, sale And you’re still to blame, blame, blame Verse 2 You floated the idea like it was kindness “Sell your eggs, baby, easy money” Someone else could buy what I already loved A child who’d never know its mother The thought alone made my stomach turn I lived for the ones I already held You couldn’t understand that kind of no You only understood what you could sell You offered to pimp me out with a smile Said you’d be bodyguard and boss I looked you dead in the face and said “I am not for sale. Not now. Not ever.” Chorus 2 You made me feel shame… shame… shame To you it was a game, game, game I will never be the same, same, same And you’re to blame, blame, blame You treated love like inventory, inventory Tried to rent out my body, body But I was never for sale, sale, sale And you’re still to blame, blame, blame Verse 3 Hands around my throat, boot in my ribs Head slammed into drywall again You drove me right up to the edge Where the only thing left was the kids I stayed longer than I should have Tried to make the marriage look like love Because leaving felt like failure And failure was the only word you’d give me You turned the story, made me the villain Friends and family took your side for a while Until the mask slipped and they saw the con The man who never paid a single cost Chorus 3 You made me feel shame… shame… shame To you it was a game, game, game I will never be the same, same, same And you’re to blame, blame, blame You choked the light right out of me, me, me Then told the world it was my disease, disease But I was never for sale, sale, sale And you’re still to blame, blame, blame Bridge (Beat drops to a low industrial thud, voice almost spoken, sarcastic and exhausted) Funny how you called it partnership When every door locked from your side Funny how you called it love When love looked a lot like ownership I walked out with empty pockets And two small reasons to keep breathing You got the house, the friends, the narrative I got the silence and the ceiling And still… I don’t feel shame for trying I don’t feel shame for staying too long I only feel the weight of the lesson: Some people only love what they can own Verse 4 Years later the fear still sits in my chest Trust is a door I keep half-closed I am free and I am still alone But free is better than owned My children will never watch that marriage And think that is what love is supposed to be I left so they could see a different ending Even if the ending still includes me learning how to breathe I am not the girl who stayed for the story I am the woman who walked while it was burning Chorus 4 You made me feel shame… shame… shame To you it was a game, game, game I will never be the same, same, same And you’re to blame, blame, blame You tried to break me into pieces, pieces But the pieces learned how to leave, leave I was never for sale, sale, sale And you’re still to blame, blame, blame (echo building, industrial drums rising) Never for sale… never for sale… Never for sale… and you’re still to blame Outro (Slow bleed-out: distorted guitar feedback, distant metallic echo, voice almost calm) I am free I am still afraid I am still learning the difference Between being loved And being kept But I am not for sale. Not then. Not now. Not ever. (Final dry whisper over silence) And you’re still to blame. Not now. Not ever. (Final dry whisper over silence) And you’re still to blame.
