Intro (spoken, restrained) I’m not yelling. I’m just… done explaining. ⸻ Verse 1 (tense, clipped) Every sound feels one inch too close Every word lands wrong in my throat You say my name like it’s a test Like I owe calm, like I owe rest I’ve counted to ten, I’ve counted again I’m still standing on a broken edge I don’t want to fight, I don’t want to flee I just want the world to stop touching me ⸻ Pre-Chorus (pressure building) It’s not fury It’s friction Every nerve on high restriction I don’t want blood I don’t want blame I just want out of this constant flame ⸻ Chorus (controlled anger, steady) I don’t snap I bite down Teeth first, don’t make a sound I swallow fire, I hold my ground You think I’m calm—I’m underground I don’t scream I don’t break I just shake behind my face If I seem cold, if I seem worse It’s not hate—it’s teeth first ⸻ Verse 2 (defensive, misunderstood) They say “why are you so upset?” Like it came out of nowhere, like I didn’t try yet I’ve been buffering patience all goddamn day Now it’s static and sparks and don’t ask me to stay I don’t want to hurt you I don’t want to burn it down But everything feels personal When the volume won’t come down ⸻ Pre-Chorus 2 I don’t need fixing I don’t need tone I need space I can call my own Don’t poke the bruise and call it care Don’t ask for peace when I’m cornered there ⸻ Chorus (repeat, slightly louder) I don’t snap I bite down Teeth first, don’t make a sound I hold it tight, I hold it worse I don’t explode—I reverse I don’t scream I don’t curse I just carry it till it hurts If I pull back, if I recoil It’s not cruelty—it’s control ⸻ Bridge (the truth of it) Anger isn’t loud in me It’s a locked jaw and a counted three It’s loving you enough to pause Before I say the thing that claws This isn’t rage It’s restraint It’s pain with manners, heat with weight If I leave the room, if I disengage That’s me choosing less damage ⸻ Final Chorus (resolution without apology) I don’t snap I step away That’s how I survive the day If you need softness, give me time Don’t ask me sweet when I’m on a line I’m not bad I’m not cruel I’m just overstimulated too If I seem sharp, if I seem terse It’s not hate—it’s teeth first ⸻ Outro (spoken, exhale) I cooled down. Not because you asked— Because I could.
