Some Kind of Obsession

[intro – slow, chugging guitar build with tremolo picking in background] [Low whisper:] "She walks like a secret you weren’t meant to find..." [verse 1] She’s the shadow in the corner booth, Lipstick red, but her eyes speak truth. Dark hair spills like oil on silk, Hazel storm—burnt honey, spoiled milk. She learned the art of looking numb, While counting cash and biting her tongue. She tried to run, but the city knew— Love’s a lie that debt runs through. [pre-chorus] She had a plan, a train, a dream, Some small town life, clean air, no screams. But he held her tight with velvet chains— Now her smile’s just dressed in pain. [chorus] She’s some kind of obsession, A beautiful danger I don’t dare touch. She’s a fracture in my rhythm, But walking away still hurts too much. I watch her from the border line— Too far to save, too close to survive. [verse 2] She deals in favors, half-truths, and scars, Cash in hand beneath dead neon stars. I've seen her weep behind locked doors, Then laugh like nothing matters anymore. They think they know what she became— But they never saw her burning shame. I want to reach, but I’d just fall— She's gravity in a poisoned shawl. [bridge – tempo shift, half-time grind with feedback trails] Would she shatter if I said her name? Would I lose myself just the same? There’s a line in ash between her and me— But obsession eats morality. [chorus] She’s some kind of obsession, A fire I can’t hold but can’t let die. She’s the riddle that rewrites me— The reason I whisper why not try? But I see the toll in every breath, She’s dancing on the edge of death. [solo – intense, angular, like spiraling thought] [outro – spoken in growl over fading riff] "She once dreamed of skies... now she prays for sleep... And I’m just the fool who watches... and bleeds." [end – abrupt stop, final chord left ringing out]