Verse 1 I heard the story and it split my chest, a little girl gone and nobody confessed. Lies in the air like smoke in a room, everybody choking on the shape of the truth. You said a name like it meant nothing at all, dragged it through dirt just to soften your fall. Zenaida—my blood knows that sound, you don’t get to bury her name in the ground. Pre-Chorus How the hell do you blame a ghost? How the hell do you sleep so close to the place where a child disappeared? Do you ever go back, or do you fear what waits in the weeds, what cries in the dark, what still has your name carved deep in its heart? Verse 2 You wanted the night, you wanted the thrill, but love is a job when the room goes still. A mother is supposed to fight like hell, not turn a child’s grave into something to sell. Too bad the real Zenaida wasn’t there, she would’ve brushed my face, she would’ve fixed my hair. She would’ve held me close, she would’ve kept me near, she would’ve never let me vanish into fear. Pre-Chorus 2 Do you hear me now when the cameras fade? Do you count the money that the nightmare made? Do you feel me cold when you touch your skin? I was your child, not your burden to spin. Chorus Fuck your excuses, fuck your disguise, fuck every tear that never reached your eyes. You tossed me aside for the party and lights, then blamed the hands that tried to hold me tight. Abuela still aches, but we don’t know you anymore, Zenaida’s name is knocking outside your door. Run from the truth, baby, grift some more— Zenaida will haunt you outside your door. Bridge I’m the little voice in the Florida heat, the missing heartbeat under your feet. I’m the question burning through the floor, the tiny hand that won’t reach yours anymore. You don’t deserve peace wrapped up in gold, you don’t deserve freedom from what you hold. Go back to the place where the silence screams, try to face the child you left in between. Breakdown Say my name— not the lie, not the game. Say my name— not the woman you blamed. Say my name— let it rot in your throat. I was love. I was light. I was not your scapegoat. Final Chorus Fuck your excuses, fuck your disguise, fuck every lie dressed up in your eyes. You tossed me aside for the party and lights, then blamed the souls that would’ve saved my life. Abuela still aches, but we don’t know you anymore, Zenaida’s name is shaking the frame of your door. Run from the truth, baby, grift some more— Zenaida will haunt you outside your door. Outro Outside your door. Outside your door. You blamed a name that wasn’t yours. Now Zenaida waits outside your door.
