Ghost inside the Pages

It’s hard to write my thoughts inside these pages When the walls inside your home still look like cages Your rot cut right through my soul You called it shelter, I learned to disappear You called it love, I learned what not to hear Every room was dressed to look like peace But every truth in me was told to leave I wrote it down so I could breathe at all You read my wounds like I was breaking laws The second that the silence had a name The house got quiet, then it lit the flame I wasn’t throwing stones, I was naming what I saw But every line I wrote became another fault The trusted voice would move and every room would fall in line They never had to see it for them all to call it mine It’s hard to write my thoughts inside these pages When the walls inside your home still look like cages Your rot cut right through my soul You keep rewriting pasts I wasn’t playing Turned my words upon the page into hatred Just to seek comfort in your home In your home In your home I left a letter by the door and walked away You turned the exit into something I should shame I was almost gone, a man with both feet on the ground But you made chains out of the choice that I found Then every story started wearing out my name Like all I ever did was use and leave in flame I saved a seat inside my life, you changed the scene Told everyone the door was locked, like I was never clean I could survive being left outside, I learned to live alone But not the day I saw the lie had roots beneath the home Every rumor wore a crown, every silence helped it grow And everybody chose the script that kept them comfortable It’s hard to write my thoughts inside these pages When the walls inside your home still look like cages Your rot cut right through my soul You keep rewriting pasts I wasn’t playing Turned my words upon the page into hatred Just to seek comfort in your home I became the villain in your pages Trapped inside the cages You still called a home Woke up to the wreckage you created Truth was suffocated Till I learned to go I made peace with being left outside Till I saw where all the poison started Every lie came dressed in a trusted voice And everybody bowed when it was spoken You made me the villain To keep your hands clean You made me the villain So you could still sleep It’s hard to write my thoughts inside these pages When the walls inside your home still look like cages Your rot cut right through my soul You keep rewriting pasts I wasn’t playing Turned my words upon the page into hatred Just to seek comfort in your home It’s hard to write my thoughts inside these pages I’m not the villain in your pages I’m the witness you erased Blood on the Mic is now streaming on Amazon Music, Spotify, Pandora, YouTube Music, and other major platforms. Thanks for listening and supporting the world we’re building.