What can I say nothing new survives the telling. Idols crack easy when you stand too close, gold leaf peeling. Truth don’t land soft, it carves in place, leaves fine lines you can’t erase. I keep pace, no pause for the ache, no luxury letting the future corrode from the past I faced. I move like consequence learned to speak, measured breath under pressure I keep. Each misstep archived beneath the skin, indexed pain I can still redeploy to win. No stillness here, that’s a debt I refuse to collect. Chest under load but I’m upright still, intent outweighing the weight I’ve met. From what collapsed, I draft new form, not clean, not pure, just something that holds. Tell me what is, I'll listen words collide, sin of where we been Show me something real (Show me something real) This is where our wounds can heal Tell me what is, I'll listen words collide, sin of where we been Show me something real (Show me something real) I wont judge what I will see Pretend its only you and me Show me something real (Show me something rea) Say it sharp or say it slow, either way it’s bound to show. Truth don’t bend to make it kind, it just settles in the spine. We’re brief, but not without design, pressure turning dust to shine. No polished line to make this clean, no language strong enough to intervene. The fracture speaks in quieter ways, in what persists, in what decays. Disorder hums beneath the skin, not chaos, just where we begin. You can deny it, redraw the scheme, it won’t revise what underlies the frame. What is. What isn’t. What waits in between. We author forward by what we allow, each small decision compounds somehow. Not fate, not chance, something adjacent, a structure shaped by the hands that sustain it. We fail, and the reverberation don’t end with us, it travels forward, accumulates weight. So I move precise through what I can change, aware every step rearranges the slate. Tell me what is, I'll listen words collide, sin of where we been Show me something real (Show me something real) This is where our wounds can heal Tell me what is, I'll listen words collide, sin of where we been Show me something real (Show me something real) I wont judge what I will see Pretend its only you and me Show me something real (Show me something rea)
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