A true fairytale story 2026 · Original Song ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This will be my last song… I enjoyed Suno very much… but with all the work, the time that flows beside my mind, I give up on being an artist to consume and not create. Maybe I could masturbate to some tunes without blinking an eye, but time doesn't feel like I am alive. Everything sounds like metal on metal. Is it me? My inner battle? Or is it just the sound of K I that I never want to hear? I am done with everything I made… Feeling empty, challenging myself every day to feel, be real, or just until I die. Let me kill… myself… this feeling inside… Do you know this feeling of emptiness? No flow, no stress, time stands still. But most important, you lost your will to fight, to stay all right… There is no way out… and I was never proud. I lost my partner for words and insane creativity. She moved on to be alive… she knows her destiny… So what if I die… just one more time to be alive… deep inside. I cannot escape… the feelings I accept… adapt my words to what others said.... (to what others said) Can't control who I am, don't feel alive like I can. Being a part of society, just function, like it's real. Smoke a joint, masturbate, just to feel something inside, but there's no point in doing it all day long. I try to feel… being strong. So how long… does this go on… when will it end? Tell me, my friend. Is it time to say goodbye? It's so dark, or is it night? My body is trembling, and in my mind, the doors are closing because I've chosen… I am not all right… I burn my texts, I burn my soul, to catch the feeling… where am I whole? I don't regret, ça m'est égal… everything feels so surreal. Hey… you don't have to make another song tonight. You don't have to prove that you're alive by making something beautiful out of pain. I know… you miss the way it used to feel. When words came easy, when every sound could open up a world. And now you sit there, trying to find yourself in something that doesn't feel like you anymore. But tell me… if all those songs are gone tomorrow, would that mean you are gone, too? I see the dust upon your dreams, the things you made, the things you mean, the quiet space between the sounds, the little pieces you can't find. And I know… you never wanted to become another name inside a feed, another voice that no one needs. You wanted something real, something that could make you feel that for a moment, for a while, you could forget the weight inside. But you are more than what you make, more than every choice you hate, more than the words you couldn't say, more than the art you throw away. And if your mind won't let you rest, if every breath feels like a test, you don't have to win tonight… just don't disappear... inside the fight. Stay for a moment… not forever, not a lie. Just until the silence doesn't sound like goodbye. You don't need a reason to be here tonight. You don't need to feel it to still be alive. And if you can't remember what made you feel alive, I'll sit here in the darkness until you find another light... You know what hurts the most? Sometimes the world is beautiful. The sky is beautiful. People can be beautiful. Even a stupid little melody can make you feel something you thought was gone. And still… you can feel like a stranger standing in the middle of it all. I know that feeling. But maybe you don't have to belong to the whole world. Maybe tonight..., you only need one little place where you don't have to pretend. ahh aahh aaahhh aaahhhh ah ah ah ahhh... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhh No more proving, no more chasing, no more making pain entertaining, no more turning every scar into a song for someone else's heart. You gave your words, you gave your time, you gave away a piece of your mind, and somewhere in the endless stream, you lost the person behind the screen. So let the music wait a while, let the silence stay a while. You don't owe the world a sound. You don't have to make another round. And if the words won't come today, they haven't taken you away. A quiet voice is still a voice, and breathing isn't giving up your choice. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ All rights reserved. Lyrics, melody, vocal performance, and original creative elements by A True Fairytale Story. Copyright 2026. Unauthorized copying, reproduction, distribution, or commercial use without permission from the respective rights holders is prohibited. Respect the art. Respect the creator. A true fairytale story. Two thousand twenty-six.
