[Intro - dry, minimal, lots of empty space] [Low female contralto, calm and deliberate] Somebody throws a word. Sharp. Cheap. Perfectly aimed. They wait. For your face. For the answer. For the fire. [Pause] Give them nothing. [Verse 1 - slow, precise phrasing] I used to catch every little thing people threw my way. A look. A joke. A sideways comment wrapped like an accident. I'd carry it all night. Turn it over. Build a case. Write the speech in my head. Make myself angry twice. Once when it happened. Again when I remembered it. [Short pause] What a business. [Pre-Chorus - tension grows] Now I ask: Does this deserve my pulse? My time? My sleep? My name inside somebody else's mouth? Sometimes... no. [Chorus - simple, spacious hook] Let it die there. Where they dropped it. Let it stay on their side. You don't have to pick it up. Let it die there. No reply. No return. Some fires go hungry when nobody feeds them. [Verse 2 - sharper, slightly amused] They say: "You changed." Maybe. "You think you're better now." Maybe not. "You got nothing to say?" Plenty. That's why I'm choosing. Not every question gets an answer. Not every insult gets a witness. Not every door deserves to be opened just because somebody knocked too hard. [Break - almost spoken] Funny thing... when you stop defending yourself to people who already decided, they get nervous. They repeat it. Louder. Slower. With details. Trying to make their version become yours. [Pause] Still no. [Chorus - slightly stronger] Let it die there. Where they dropped it. Let it stay on their side. You don't have to pick it up. Let it die there. No reply. No return. Some words lose their teeth when they hit the floor. [Call - restrained, intimate] You heard it? I did. You felt it? I did. You gonna answer? [Pause] No. Why? Because I heard it the first time. [Verse 3 - more personal] There was a season I thought silence meant losing. So I explained everything. Why I left. Why I stayed. Why I cried. Why I didn't. Why I needed space. Why I came back. I gave people maps to places they had no right to visit. Then wondered why they knew where to hurt me. [Long pause] Lesson learned. [Bridge - stripped, reflective] Privacy isn't hiding. Distance isn't cruelty. A closed mouth isn't surrender. Sometimes you protect something valuable by refusing to put it on trial. Your peace. Your reason. Your version. Your morning. [Pause] Especially your morning. [Build - short phrases begin tightening] They poke. You breathe. They push. You blink. They wait. You move on. Again. They poke. You breathe. They push. You smile. They wait. [Pause] Still waiting. [Final Chorus - strongest release, still controlled] Let it die there. Where they dropped it. Let it stay on their side. You don't have to carry what was never yours. Let it die there. No reply. No return. Some battles collapse when only one person shows up. Let it die there. Keep your day. Keep your sleep. Keep that part of you they were trying to reach. [Outro - energy slowly thins] Somebody throws a word. Sharp. Cheap. Perfectly aimed. This time I watch it fall. No catching. No carrying. No second life inside my head. It lands. It waits. Then... nothing. [Long pause] Exactly. [End]
