[INTRO — close, low] My screen is warm. The room is cold. (whisper: cold) [VERSE 1 — tight, creeping] I said something normal. Nothing sharp, nothing wild. Two minutes later I’m rewriting it like a trial. I watch the typing bubble like a tiny heartbeat, Then it stops— and my chest copies the beat. The read receipt sits there like a little blue bruise. Not a yes. Not a no. Just “seen” with no excuse. I tell myself they’re busy, they’re driving, they’re asleep— But my brain likes horror more than it likes peace. (stutter) peace—p-p-peace— [LIFT — drums tighten, reese answers] I check again like it’s a ritual, Thumb on glass, being stupid and clinical. I zoom in on the last line, like the comma’s a clue, Like punctuation can tell me what you meant to do. [HOOK — EPIC CLIMAX (2-BAR BASS BLACKOUT → MELODY LIFT)] (no sub / no reese 2 bars; let the anthem melody carry) (Voice A — sung-rap, open) Don’t leave me in “seen” like a room with no air. If you’re gone, be gone— don’t just hover there. (Voice B enters 2 bars later — same line, higher) Don’t leave me in “seen” like a room with no air. If you’re gone, be gone— don’t just hover there. (Voice C — whispered double, delayed) no air… (air…) hover… there… (there…) (All stack; bass returns under the last two lines) I keep my heart kind (kind… kind…) while my head turns mean (mean… mean…) So give me a word (a word…) or cut the string clean (clean… clean…) [VERSE 2 — darker, bodily] I start collecting proof like it’s a second job: Their last post time, the way they view my story, the pause. I hate who I become in this tiny cage, A detective for nothing, a clown on a stage. I rehearse the apology and the rage in one breath, Then swallow both like it’s cheaper than depth. Friends say “relax,” like I’m choosing this storm— Like I don’t miss the version of me that stayed warm. (whisper: stayed warm) [LIFT 2 — hats sharpen, reese “speaks” back] And the worst part? I still act normal. I still say “all good.” I still smile at my phone like it didn’t just cut me. [HOOK — EPIC CLIMAX (BASS BLACKOUT → MELODY LIFT, BIGGER STACKS)] (no sub / no reese 2 bars; anthem melody carries) (Voice A) Don’t leave me in “seen” like a room with no air. If you’re gone, be gone— don’t just hover there. (Voice B — delayed) Don’t leave me in “seen” like a room with no air. If you’re gone, be gone— don’t just hover there. (All stack; bass returns) I keep my heart kind (kind… kind…) while my head turns mean (mean… mean…) So give me a word (a word…) or cut the string clean (clean… clean…) [HARD CUT — sub + vocal only] (no drums) Then it flips. I go quiet. Not healed— just empty. (whisper: empty) [FINAL DROP — violent return] (Voice A) If you don’t reply (reply…) I’ll stop feeding it (feeding it…) (Voice B — delayed) If you don’t reply (reply…) I’ll stop feeding it (feeding it…) (All stack) Don’t call it “mature.” Call it what it is: me learning to live without inventing you. [OUTRO — soft, glitchy] Seen. Seen. Seen.
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