Not enough

Electronic, Dark Pop, Emotional, Sad] Ambient Synths, Deep Bass, Pulsing Beats, Haunting Vocals, Cinematic, Atmospheric, Intense, Melancholic, Dark Electro, Reflective, Moody, storytelling elements

March 30, 2025 at 11:43 PMv4

Not enough, not enough, not enough, not enough.

I was shivering, scared, and sad. Frightened by the harsh words you’d said. You left me there, shattered and alone. Walking home, my rage began to grow: I’m gonna kill this motherfucking prick. He won’t survive what he’s done to me. I’ll kick his ass real hard and stab straight through his heart.

I made the plan at night as intended, stepping out into the stormy, violent rain. Approaching his house, dark and cold, but I had the keys to that bastard’s front door. Pausing at a faint, distant moan, I held my breath until silence returned. Slowly creeping up the stairs, my heart racing, I kicked open the bedroom door and froze in disbelief.

This shameless, motherfucking bastard was right there banging another chick. Right there on his filthy bed—oh holy shit. Smirking calmly, I reached slowly into my jeans, pulled out the cold, heavy gun, and shot, shot, shot, shot. Heads exploding, bodies convulsing in blood-soaked sheets. Their breath stopped instantly, silence filled the room. I smiled grimly, knowing justice had finally come.

Now I walk alone into the chilling night, my vengeance spent, but darkness holds me tight. Blood on my hands, echoes in my head—was justice served, or am I damned instead? Not enough, never enough, as shadows whisper—there’s no turning back.

Not enough, not enough, not enough, not enough. I was shivering, scared, and sad. Frightened by the harsh words you’d said. You left me there, shattered and alone. Walking home, my rage began to grow: I’m gonna kill this motherfucking prick. He won’t survive what he’s done to me. I’ll kick his ass real hard and stab straight through his heart. I made the plan at night as intended, stepping out into the stormy, violent rain. Approaching his house, dark and cold, but I had the keys to that bastard’s front door. Pausing at a faint, distant moan, I held my breath until silence returned. Slowly creeping up the stairs, my heart racing, I kicked open the bedroom door and froze in disbelief. This shameless, motherfucking bastard was right there banging another chick. Right there on his filthy bed—oh holy shit. Smirking calmly, I reached slowly into my jeans, pulled out the cold, heavy gun, and shot, shot, shot, shot. Heads exploding, bodies convulsing in blood-soaked sheets. Their breath stopped instantly, silence filled the room. I smiled grimly, knowing justice had finally come. Now I walk alone into the chilling night, my vengeance spent, but darkness holds me tight. Blood on my hands, echoes in my head—was justice served, or am I damned instead? Not enough, never enough, as shadows whisper—there’s no turning back.