**[Verse]** Bright room, white **light**, every question through **glass**, I trust what I **write**, you keep digging the **past**, you point at the **cracks** like they prove you were **right**, I’m piecing it **back** while you’re reading my **eyes**. I came for an answer, got asked for a **name**, half judge, half dancer, we circle the **blame**, you call it a game, I’m still learning the **steps**, put truth in a frame, then complain what it **bends**. I’m clear in the **sentence**, confused by the **sense**, you hear my in**tention**, then build your defense, I’m stuck on the fence** while you swear there’s a side, you call it sus**pense**, I call trying to decide**. **[Hook]** Trust is a feeling** till trust needs a **file**, love is **believing** with doubt in the smile**, I’m sure for a while**, then the certainty **shifts**, you measure the **miles** while I’m measuring **ifs**. I know what I **saw**, don’t know what I **know**, I follow the law of a mind moving **slow**, you want me to **show** you a clean little **truth**, I open the **door** and find three different **views**. **[Verse]** Some days I’m con**vinced**, some days I con**fess**, the harder I **think**, the less I can **guess**, you call that a mess**, I call that being pre**cise**, one truth in a dress**, one doubt in a dis**guise**. So question the **story**, interrogate **me**, I’ll hand you the **glory** if certainty’s **free**, but answers can **bleed** when you hold them too **tight**, and shadows look **clean** when you sharpen the **light**. [Outro] Maybe it happened. Maybe it rhymed when it didn’t, maybe truth wears fiction when memory gets fitted. Maybe every clean line had a blur when framed, all of it is false — I don't want to be blamed Either way— welcome to Tensions. welcome to Fictions I don't want to be blamed
