⸻ [Verse 2 – Bite in the Whisper] Talk is cheap—and I still bought it Lies on loop—you act robotic I hate the game—but I play it right You cheat with silence, I lose the fight Every “sorry” was a stall Every comeback, a deeper fall I hate the taste—but swallow whole You hollowed me just to feel control [Verse 1 – Calm Like a Threat] Ghost me—like I won’t notice Frontin’ hard, but you lack focus Gave you all of me—every inch You gave me doubt, and the silent flinch Said you’re real—but you glitch and fade Pull up, disappear like a masquerade Now you float through like I’m see-through You ghost me—but I still breathe you ⸻ [Chorus – Haunting Hook, Trance Loop] Gone… back Back… back Gone, but back again Gone… You always back again Spinning in circles, trip of a man No one wrecks me like he can He can—if he wants me She’s not me—she’s my stand-in He’s still stuck on what he lost Tryna love me through a has-been ⸻ [Verse 2 – Whisper-Rap Flow, No Mercy] Talk is cheap—but I still bought it He lied clean, like truth was plotted I hate the game—but I play it right You cheat with silence, I lose the fight Every “sorry” was a stall Every comeback, a deeper fall I hate the taste—but swallow whole You hollowed me just to feel control ⸻ [Chorus – Drop Tight, Hook Repeats] Gone… back Back… back Gone, but back again Gone… You always back again Spinning in circles, same old scam No one had me like you can He can—if he wants me She’s not me—she’s my stand-in He’s still stuck on what he lost Tryna love me through a has-been ⸻ [Bridge – Floating, Distant, Dissolving] Two days late—still no regret You play your part, I just reset You pull the strings, I cut the track Fallin’ forward—but not goin’ back You made a loop—I made a door You wanted less, I wanted more I burned the script, forgot your name And I don’t rewind no more for pain ⸻ [Final Chorus – Ghost Echoes, Slow Fade] Gone… back Back… back Gone, but back again Gone… And now you’re back again Spinning in circles, stuck in the trance No one’s had me like you can He can—if he wants me She’s not me—she’s my stand-in He’s still stuck on what he lost Tryna love me through a has-been
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