[Intro | synth drone, low and humming. a single, distorted guitar scratch, then a drum kick cutting through static. a spoken breath, close-mic.] [Verse 1 – rap cadence, tight and agitated] I keep running the tape back in my head at 3 AM Every word I said, every thing I should’ve said instead I’m a fucking editor with no delete key Rewrite the same scene till my teeth bleed You said “just be honest” so I showed you the mess Now you’re looking at me like I failed a test I can do the soft voice, the right pose, the quiet hands But that shit never fits—it just splits at the seams [Pre-Chorus] I try, I try, I fucking try But the words come out sideways every time [Chorus | Backing vocals – Mira soft, Ess rough, full band, urgent] I just wanna get it right One goddamn time without the fight Not the perfect version, not the polished lie Just me, still standing, looking you in the eye Get it right — before I lose my mind Get it right — I’m running out of tries (“Get it right… out of tries…”) [Verse 2 – rap cadence, building] I learned the scripts, I learned the cues I learned to swallow what I’d lose But you don’t want the script, you want the raw So I hand you the scream and you ask what it’s for What do you want from me? A blueprint? A promise I can keep? I’m not built for clean, I’m built to break And every time I try to fix it, I make the same mistake [Pre-Chorus] I try, I try, I fucking try But the words come out sideways every time [Chorus | Backing vocals – Mira soft, Ess rough] I just wanna get it right One goddamn time without the fight Not the perfect version, not the polished lie Just me, still standing, looking you in the eye Get it right — before I lose my mind Get it right — I’m running out of tries (“Get it right… out of tries…”) [Bridge – drums drop, synth holds a low drone, voice strained] I’ve been rewriting myself since I was thirteen Erasing the parts that made a scene But the page keeps tearing, the ink keeps bleeding And I’m so tired of pretending I’m not needing Needing you to see me without the edit Needing you to stay when I fucking said it The ugly, the shaky, the still-a-work-in-progress Tell me that’s enough—fuck, just guess [Final Chorus | backing vocals – Mira and Ess layered, harmonies swelling, thicken, full lift] I just wanna get it right One goddamn time without the fight Not the perfect version, not the polished lie Just me, still standing, looking you in the eye Get it right — before I lose my mind Get it right — I’m running out of tries Get it right — I’m running out of fucking tries (“Get it right… right… right…”) [Outro | synth fades, drum kick slows to heartbeat, close-mic, almost spoken] I’ll get it right. I’ll get it right. Just— Stay. [static, then fade to silence.]
