“Life Goes On” AI Artist: Mr Gritty Witty Written by 12Gauge858 Music Spoken Intro (crowd laughter outside) (car engine humming low) (music muffled through speakers) Phone buzzing… (ignored) Voicemail notification sound. ⸻ Mr Gritty Witty (spoken low, reflective): Funny thing about life… You think love gon’ wait on you. Think people gon’ still be sittin’ there tomorrow just because they were there yesterday. (slow saxophone breath) I heard that phone ring… and chose noise over moments. Now I’d give every loud night back… just to hear her say my name one more time. ⸻ Verse 1 Friday night downtown Everybody laughing loud Cold drinks on the table Old school playing through the crowd Phone vibrating in my pocket But I barely even looked Said, “I’ll call grandma later…” Lord… if I only knew My partner yelling, “Man loosen up tonight” So I pushed the call aside Like time was guaranteed in life Another round Another joke Another memory blurred by smoke While somewhere down a hospital hallway… my grandmother was holding on hope ⸻ Pre-Chorus And ain’t it crazy… How one missed call can become a lifetime? How “later on” can turn into never? ⸻ Chorus Life goes on… until it don’t Days keep moving hearts just won’t We think tomorrow always waits Like love got time Like clocks don’t break Now every ringtone cuts my soul Every voicemail hurts me slow Life goes on… until it don’t ⸻ Verse 2 Next morning sunlight hit me Head hurting from the night Saw three missed calls waiting Something suddenly ain’t feel right Hands shaking while I pressed play (hospital ambience faint in background) My auntie voice sounded tired “Baby… grandma was asking for you. She’s in the hospital now… call us back when you can.” (long silence) Man… I sat there staring at the wall Like the whole room changed color I called back quick Said, “I’ll come tomorrow. Tell grandma I love her.” But tomorrow… (saxophone cries softly) Tomorrow ain’t belong to me. ⸻ Chorus Life goes on… until it don’t You keep dancing while angels close You think one more day is still in reach Till silence becomes the loudest speech Now every memory feels too cold And every “later” weighs like stone Life goes on… until it don’t ⸻ Bridge (rain begins softly) Another night Another crowd Another phone lighting up loud I looked down… Hospital calling again. And God forgive me… I sent it straight to voicemail. Said: “I’m already going tomorrow anyway.” (music drops almost silent) ⸻ Spoken Breakdown (empty hallway ambience) White walls. Cold chairs. Family crying quietly. And that bed… was already empty. ⸻ Final Chorus Life keeps moving cars still drive Bars still crowded every night People laughing music loud World still spinning all around But me? I got stuck inside that room The moment goodbye came too soon Now I answer every call Just hoping somehow it ain’t too late at all Life goes on… until it don’t ⸻ Outro (old voicemail static) Grandmother (weak, distant): “Hey baby… just wanted to hear your voice…” (voicemail cuts off) (long saxophone note fades into rain)
