[Intro — influencer voice] Ladies… Remember… If he asks for accountability… That’s emotional labor. [Verse 1] I kept receipts in a holy little notebook Every side-eye, every sigh, every bad look Weaponized tears in designer mascara Spiritually toxic but aesthetically hotter Pinterest therapy and wine mom rage Building my identity one grievance a day Smile for the camera — “I’m finally free” While my nervous system farms sympathy [Pre-Chorus] Some sky daddy book says “Love don’t keep score…” But I got spreadsheets, screenshots, And thirty reasons more [Chorus] F the patriarchy I’m a baddie on an arc Walk-away wife with a glitter-bomb heart Bratty worship-me simps Line up in a row Because the Bible tells me so HEY HEY Validate me in the comments below [Verse 2] Turned my marriage into content and reels Hashtag healing while avoiding what’s real Soft-launch soulmate by the second week “Protecting my peace” while I publicly speak Every boundary moves when attention calls Every truth bends when the algorithm falls I don’t want love — I want applause And somebody else to absorb the cost [Breakdown — heavy / sarcastic chant] EMOTIONAL LOAD EMOTIONAL LOAD Keep another tally for the things he owed MARTYR MODE MARTYR MODE Crown of resentment dipped in rose gold [Bridge — eerie/cinematic] Maybe we both became the storm Maybe pain became the norm Maybe nobody wins this game When healing turns into a brand name [Final Chorus — explosive] F the patriarchy I’m ascending in the dark Walk-away wife on a self-love arc Bratty worship-me simps Sing along at the show Because the Bible tells me so [Outro — whispered influencer voice] Link in bio. Trauma merch drops Friday. Use promo code: ASCENSION.
