[Intro – soft creak of wood, wind, distant thunder] 🎵 (whispered, close) This ain’t a love song… This is a warning. Chapter one… and the matches were already wet. 🎵 [Verse 1 – Whisper-sung, slow, smoky delivery] 🎵 I met him at the end of a prayer Smoke in his teeth, blood in his stare Said he’d been runnin’ from names and sins I let him in — that’s where it begins 🎵 🎵 He kissed like a thief in the chapel dark I felt the spark but missed the mark He drew maps on my skin in flame And whispered “darlin’, forget your name” 🎵 [Chorus – Voice swells from whisper to belt, big and broken] 🎵 Chapter one — I gave too much Heart wide open, hands too touched He was thunder wearin’ Sunday skin And I was holy ‘til I let him in 🎵 You want truth? You want what’s real? Start with pain, and the way it feels 🎵 (growled) This is how the story's spun… Chapter one. 🎵 [Verse 2 – More grit in the voice now, edge creeping in] 🎵 He had a ghost where a ring should be Wore his lies like rosary beads Promised a place where no one cried Then sold me back to the wolves outside 🎵 🎵 He played me slow like a murder hymn Soft on the touch, sharp on the end He taught me how the silence screams And how to bury all your dreams 🎵 [Chorus – Bigger, more intense, more raw soul] 🎵 Chapter one — the fire’s lit I loved a man who loved to split He said "forever," I said "when?" He left his name on my breath again 🎵 Don’t read this like a fairytale This ain’t heaven, this is jail 🎵 (screamed) And I still ain’t come undone… From chapter one. 🎵 [Bridge – Whispered, ghostly, quiet slide guitar under it] 🎵 There’s blood on the ribbon, dust in the lace A burn mark where he touched my face And if you wanna know where the hurt begun… You’ll find it inked on page one 🎵 [Final Chorus – All-out belting, layered backing vocals like a southern gospel wail] 🎵 Chapter one — I let him in Chapter one — I wore his sin Chapter one — I said “I’m fine” While my whole damn soul crossed a line 🎵 I ain’t proud, but I won’t lie… You gotta fall before you rise 🎵 (whispered again) And every book of me… Starts with chapter one. 🎵 [Outro – just the creak of a chair, slow drag of a match, then silence]