Verse 1 : Honesty is a goddamn mystery. Is it living on the surface, on the edge, or Crammed between shallow breaths? Honesty is a flow—relentless, no pauses, no spinning in circles, no desperate chasing or pathetic attempts to fill the void. Verse 2 : Honesty is fucking weightless. It hands over everything—my whole damn self—to you without resistance, like gravity ripping apart the concept of boundaries. It’s black or white, no middle ground, no gray bullshit. Chorus : And then? You stop thinking. You stop existing. But somehow, that raw, unfiltered honesty grows into something real, something hot and alive—like warm tendrils of fresh air curling around your soul. Verse 3 : It pulls you in, drags you down, sticks to you like a curse you can’t shake off. It hauls you straight into the deepest, darkest abyss, where there’s nothing left but you and it. No denying, no fighting, no goddamn excuses. Chorus : And then? You stop thinking. You stop existing. But somehow, that raw, unfiltered honesty grows into something real, something hot and alive—like warm tendrils of fresh air curling around your soul. Outro : Honesty doesn’t need words. It’s just there. A brutal truth that burns everything else to ash. But maybe that’s the point. It’s not supposed to feel good, just real. ©Copyright 2024 (Lyric by @roseyy)
