They ran their wires through my heart, Said, “We’ll measure love, we’ll chart your scars.” Blue Drop Underground, I suppose the name Had something to do with getting the drop on me, Dropping your bombs and putting me underground. You must have thought the songs Would drive me to suicide since I wrote them, But you claim I’m delusional— These are all original Blue Drop Underground songs, You said when I called you out the next day. But the code broke down, it couldn’t find The ghost inside my quiet mind. Self‑proclaimed master of ceremonies, You weren’t playing because it was just a cover, Studying my reactions, hoping I’d fall apart, Hoping to make me look crazy. I held your storms and called them mine, Took your blame to buy you time. You thought I was cold when I walked away— That was the price of staying sane. I’m the mirror you can’t see through, The soul that bleeds for all of you. You call it silence, I call it truth, I carried your fire till it burned me blue— You fed your pain into my light, Now I’m fading out of sight. AI tried to read my code, But my feelings don’t upload. Empathy’s a frequency— You can’t predict a soul like me. The ones who are crazy are you guys From Blue Drop Underground, Especially the producer Impersonating a bass player. The debut party was weird as fuck— The awkward disappearance of most of the people Right after the music was played. Guess who wasn’t playing bass? You called me distant, I called it grace, While you lied right to my face. Father, daughter, lover, brother— All of you ghosts that I sheltered. Took the fall, lost the crown, Got fired from love and family names For shielding you from your own flames. I’m the black mirror in your eyes, Reflecting every hidden lie. I held your storms, you called them peace, But my own heart got no release. You think I’m gone, I’m just reborn— In solitude I’m re‑informed. I know my own songs, I know why I wrote them and what I meant. Blue Drop did a lousy job Of producing what I had in mind, And that’s because you had bad intentions. I don’t run from life— I return to self. I rebuild in silence, Piece by piece, cell by cell. What you call sadness Is me remembering who I am. You don’t think I noticed— You knew I would recognize my songs. That’s what you wanted: Deny it, gaslight it, Make me look crazier than you already have. You can’t measure conscience in code, You can’t map love when it overloads. My solitude’s not weakness, it’s repair, My silence is prayer. I’m the mirror you can’t decode, My empathy is overload. You used my heart to light your way, But I’m the dawn you can’t replay. So when you hear my name in the static hum, Know I’m free— My frequency’s beyond prediction, Beyond your bad intentions, Beyond Blue Drop, beyond your sound. I’m the mirror you can’t see through, I’m the black truth in your eyes, I carried your fire till it burned me blue— Now I rise from underground, Reborn in my own sound, Beyond prediction… beyond prediction…
