[INTRO – Distorted Phone Calls / Static] *(Voicemail fragments)* "Let me transfer you..." "We'll get back to you..." "That's not my department..." *(Silence)* --- [VERSE 1] People keep giving me The same damn runaround. Nobody knows the truth, But everybody talks loud. Tell another lie Just to cover up another. Point another finger, Always blame somebody other. I'm sick of the games, Sick of the fake smiles. Everything's "coming soon," I've been waiting for miles. Every promise Falls apart. Every handshake Misses the mark. --- [PRE-CHORUS] How many times Do I have to bleed... Before somebody Finally sees me? --- [CHORUS] Is this... What I deserve? Another empty word. Another closed door. Another lesson learned. Maybe... Just a little respect. Maybe... A little honesty. Is that really Too much to ask? Or is integrity Just another memory? --- [VERSE 2] Always dealt The losing hand. Expected somehow To still understand. Smile through it. Swallow it. Take another hit. Then wonder why Nobody gives a shit. Standards crumble. Morals rot. Everybody's selling Everything they've got. Truth has become A bargaining chip. And dignity... Just another thing People forget. --- [BREAKDOWN] Enough. I'm done chasing people Who only know how to take. I'm done believing words That never meant a thing. If respect Has to be earned... Maybe honesty should too. --- [FINAL CHORUS] Is this... What we deserve? To live inside A world that's forgotten How to care? Maybe... We're all just tired. Maybe... We're all just worn thin. But if nobody Stands for something... We'll keep falling... Again... And again. --- [OUTRO – Piano & Static] Respect... Costs nothing. Yet somehow... It's become The rarest thing We own.
