☾⋆⁺₊ 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼 𝓒𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓕𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓜𝓮 ₊⁺⋆☽

[Verse 1] They say before the machine At least your hands were clean At least your broken little song Was yours enough to mean something They say after the wire It’s borrowed smoke and fire Like I didn’t sit with every word And bleed it into choir I never had a studio I never had the keys I had a hundred locked-up songs Still breathing inside me A page full of feeling A throat that couldn’t sing A heart that kept on reaching For a way to say anything [Pre-Chorus] You don’t see the notebooks You don’t see the nights You don’t see the shaking hands Trying to make silence sound right You don’t see the versions The cuts that didn’t land You only see the doorway And judge how I got in [Chorus] I had a creative mind And nowhere to put it A page full of pain But no way to move it Maybe the voice Came from the wires But the words came from me And so did the fire You call it fake But the ache was mine I gave it my heart I gave it my time I’m not a singer But I had something to say And for the first time It didn’t die on the page [Verse 2] They say go get better They say pay your dues Like art only matters When the gatekeepers approve They say find a producer They say learn the game Like money isn’t a wall Like access isn’t shame But some of us are grieving Some of us are scared Some of us have stories No one ever heard with care Some of us are writing From rooms we never leave Trying to turn survival Into something we can breathe [Pre-Chorus] You don’t see the hours You don’t see the fight You don’t see me chasing ghosts Until the song feels right You don’t see the heartbreak Behind every melody You hear a generated voice And forget there’s a soul beneath [Chorus] I had a creative mind And nowhere to put it A page full of pain But no way to move it Maybe the voice Came from the wires But the words came from me And so did the fire You call it fake But the ache was mine I gave it my heart I gave it my time I’m not a singer But I had something to say And for the first time It didn’t die on the page [Post-Chorus] It’s amazing To hear my words come alive After all this time After all this time It’s amazing To hear my words come alive I thought they were buried But they learned how to rise [Bridge] I didn’t ask it to feel for me I asked it to carry what I already felt I didn’t ask it to bleed for me I brought the wound myself I didn’t steal a stage I built a door through the dark I didn’t fake the pain I gave the machine my heart So call it what you want Call it slop, call it sin But you don’t get to shame me For finally getting in [Breakdown] The voice came from wires But the words came from me The voice came from wires But the words came from me You can hate the sound You can hate the screen But don’t you dare erase The human underneath The voice came from wires But the words came from me [Final Chorus] I had a creative mind And nowhere to put it A soul full of songs And no way to prove it Maybe the voice Came from the wires But the words came from me And so did the fire You call it fake But the ache was mine I gave it my grief I gave it my life I’m not a singer But I had something to say And for the first time It didn’t die on the page [Outro] It’s amazing To hear my words come alive After all this time After all this time Maybe the voice Came from the wires But the words came from me The words came from me The words came from me The words came from me