Villain in Your Story

indie country, dark cinematic indie folk, post-hardcore emo, pop punk

(Verse 1)
You tell them I was reckless,
That I burned the whole thing down,
But you don’t talk about the silence
That nearly made me drown.

You paint yourself the martyr
With your trembling sainted hands,
While I carried all the pieces
You no longer gave a damn about.

Every bruise became “too sensitive,”
Every tear became “insane,”
You turned my survival into weakness
Just to wash your hands of blame.

And maybe it’s easier this way—
To make me the storm you survived,
Instead of facing what happened
When love slowly died.

(Pre-Chorus)
So go ahead and tell them
I was chaos in your veins,
If it helps you sleep at night
Without hearing my pain.

(Chorus)
I became the villain in your story
The second I stopped bleeding quietly.
The monster under your bed
Because I finally learned to speak.

You needed someone guilty,
Someone easy to destroy,
So you built a version of me
Out of all the things you avoided.

Now I wear the black crown proudly—
If surviving makes me evil in your eyes,
Then let me haunt your narrative tonight.

(Verse 2)
I remember shrinking smaller
Every time you raised your voice,
Learning how to disappear
Like vanishing was a choice.

And when I finally stood up,
When I finally fought for air,
You called it cruelty and madness
Because I no longer stayed scared.

You wanted me heartbroken,
Just not healed enough to leave,
Wanted me grieving forever
While you rewrote history.

(Bridge — soft piano + violin)
I know the truth is ugly…
Sometimes love becomes control.
Sometimes people break you slowly
Then blame you for the holes.

But I won’t carry your version
Of who you needed me to be.
I know who survived the fire…
And it wasn’t the ghost you made of me.

(Final Chorus — explosive emotional drop)
I became the villain in your story,
But heroes don’t survive quietly.
And saints don’t wake up screaming
From the nightmares left behind.

So tell them I was difficult,
Tell them I was cold as night,
But leave out the part where I begged
For us to be alright.

Because the truth beneath your version
Is the thing you’ll never say—
You lost control the moment
I stopped giving myself away.

(Outro — whispered)
I was never your villain…
Just the witness to who you became.

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(Verse 1) You tell them I was reckless, That I burned the whole thing down, But you don’t talk about the silence That nearly made me drown. You paint yourself the martyr With your trembling sainted hands, While I carried all the pieces You no longer gave a damn about. Every bruise became “too sensitive,” Every tear became “insane,” You turned my survival into weakness Just to wash your hands of blame. And maybe it’s easier this way— To make me the storm you survived, Instead of facing what happened When love slowly died. (Pre-Chorus) So go ahead and tell them I was chaos in your veins, If it helps you sleep at night Without hearing my pain. (Chorus) I became the villain in your story The second I stopped bleeding quietly. The monster under your bed Because I finally learned to speak. You needed someone guilty, Someone easy to destroy, So you built a version of me Out of all the things you avoided. Now I wear the black crown proudly— If surviving makes me evil in your eyes, Then let me haunt your narrative tonight. (Verse 2) I remember shrinking smaller Every time you raised your voice, Learning how to disappear Like vanishing was a choice. And when I finally stood up, When I finally fought for air, You called it cruelty and madness Because I no longer stayed scared. You wanted me heartbroken, Just not healed enough to leave, Wanted me grieving forever While you rewrote history. (Bridge — soft piano + violin) I know the truth is ugly… Sometimes love becomes control. Sometimes people break you slowly Then blame you for the holes. But I won’t carry your version Of who you needed me to be. I know who survived the fire… And it wasn’t the ghost you made of me. (Final Chorus — explosive emotional drop) I became the villain in your story, But heroes don’t survive quietly. And saints don’t wake up screaming From the nightmares left behind. So tell them I was difficult, Tell them I was cold as night, But leave out the part where I begged For us to be alright. Because the truth beneath your version Is the thing you’ll never say— You lost control the moment I stopped giving myself away. (Outro — whispered) I was never your villain… Just the witness to who you became.

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