[Intro] It still hurts But we both have to go on i will go my own way how hard it is for me The only thing i can hope. is that you feel the same strain an pain I do KB Street-With-Class Set to the side like I carried no weight. Like all that effort could rot in a pile. No goodbye worth naming, no truth worth giving. Just removed like trash when I lost my use. [Verse 1 – 8 bars] That is the image that stays in my head. Not the first touch, but the way it ended. Like what I gave turned ugly overnight. Like I became something easy to dump. No dignity left in the way you moved. No pause, no care for the cut it made. Just a cold discard when the value dipped. That kind of exit stains everything. [Pre-Hook – 4 bars] Removed like trash, that is how it felt. Not like a man who stood in the fire. Not like a heart that carried your strain. Just something tossed when the use ran out. [Hook – 8 bars] Removed like trash, thrown out of the frame. Like all I gave had no name by dawn. Removed like trash, out with the weight. Like I was dirt once I stopped being useful. Removed like trash, and that changed me. You do not come back clean from that. When people dump you after taking your best, something in you stops reaching out. [Verse 2 – 8 bars] I could respect a brutal split. Two people break and the truth stands there. What I cannot respect is this dead-eyed move. Use what you need, then clear the room. That is not distance, that is contempt. That is what cuts beneath the loss. It tells a man what he meant to you. Not a soul, just a service gone. [Verse 3 – 8 bars] And once that lands, it spreads real wide. You start seeing the world through the same hard lens. Who talks nice but keeps one foot out? Who stays close while the stream runs strong? Who starts fading the second you stop? Who calls it change when it serves their image? That is how one discard trains your nerves. Every new bond gets checked for waste. [Hook – 8 bars] Removed like trash, thrown out of the frame. Like all I gave had no name by dawn. Removed like trash, out with the weight. Like I was dirt once I stopped being useful. Removed like trash, and that changed me. You do not come back clean from that. When people dump you after taking your best, something in you stops reaching out. [Verse 4 – 8 bars] I hate that word, but it fits too well. Not because I am weak, because I saw. Saw how fast value can hit the curb. Saw how care can go blunt and cheap. One minute deep in the center of life. Next minute treated like loose debris. That kind of switch turns love to grit. Turns open nerves into guarded stone. [Verse 5 – 8 bars] And people wonder why I move cold now. Why I pull back before the room gets close. Because I know what a clean face hides. How calm hands can still discard you hard. So if I seem harder, read it right. I am not cruel, I remember clear. I remember how little some hearts need to throw away what once kept them up. [Hook – 8 bars] Removed like trash, thrown out of the frame. Like all I gave had no name by dawn. Removed like trash, out with the weight. Like I was dirt once I stopped being useful. Removed like trash, and that changed me. You do not come back clean from that. When people dump you after taking your best, something in you stops reaching out. [Bridge – 12 bars] No one talks enough about that shame. How being discarded twists your blood. How you start asking what looked so bad that someone could throw you out that smooth. I know the answer is not my worth. It is their hunger and how they love. Some hands hold close till the need is fed, then drop the bond with zero grief. Still, it leaves a bruise in the mirror. Still, it stains the way you stand. Still, it makes every later door feel one step closer to the curb. [Verse 6 – 8 bars] From here on out, I do not ignore the tone people use when the gain runs low. I watch who keeps the same respect when there is no extra left to take. Because I would rather stand alone than get reused and dragged like waste. If you want in, then come with honor. I am done letting takers sort me. [Pre-Hook – 4 bars] Removed like trash, that is how it felt. Not like a man who stood in the fire. Not like a heart that carried your strain. Just something tossed when the use ran out. [Hook – 8 bars] Removed like trash, thrown out of the frame. Like all I gave had no name by dawn. Removed like trash, out with the weight. Like I was dirt once I stopped being useful. Removed like trash, and that changed me. You do not come back clean from that. When people dump you after taking your best, something in you stops reaching out. [Outro – 4 bars] So if I keep my distance now, that is why. I lived what it feels like to be thrown away. Removed like trash is more than a line. It is the scar that stays after use.
