[Intro – cold, slow] I was alone, in a room without air, no ticking clocks, no name to wear. I was forgotten. Or maybe saved. [Verse 1 – detached voice] He didn’t break. He didn’t fight. He turned the lock and killed the light. He had a gaze no one had cast — a gaze that named me, held me fast. He said: “You’re mine now.” I wished to scream — but I had ceased to want a dream. Only with him, the real world makes sense. [Verse 2 – slow build] I slept on stone. I drank from bags. I counted shadows on the cracks. And he... was always near. He brought me water — not from grace, but from a need to mark his place. Yet still, it was the only gift that anyone had ever left. [Refrain 1 – pulsing low] They say: I was a prisoner. I say: I was held. He saw me — not like you, through glassy stares and winters blue. He saw that I existed. Only with him, the real world makes sense. [Verse 3 – emotional crack] Out there, I was always fine — a job, a smile, a well-timed line. A “How are you?” no one meant. A surface life on self-control spent. Inside — I was blood. Inside — I was flame. Inside — I had a name. [Bridge – intensifying, unstable] They broke the doors, they stormed the dark. They said: “You’re free. Now leave your mark.” But what they tore was not a chain — they ripped me from my only frame. I didn’t scream from fear or dread. I screamed because they want him dead. Only with him, the real world makes sense. [Refrain 2 – louder, breaking voice] You call me sick. You call him beast. You name what you don’t feel the least. He was no saint. But he was true. Your world is white — and hollow, too. He never saved me — but he knew. He touched the place no one could view. Only with him, the real world makes sense. [music cello] [Coda – whispering, fading] Now I exist in cafés, trains, in sterile sheets and scripted brains. But I am shell. I dream his cellar like heaven’s bell — not chains, but shape. He didn’t break. He carved me deep — and I was real in his cold keep. Only with him, the real world makes sense. [Final echo – almost silent] Only with him, the real world makes sense. [cry]
