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Boxes and Silence (The Diss Track For The Ghost)

(Verse 1) I watched him pack those moving boxes, one by one, No words were spoken, no goodbye under the sun. I used to wonder why the words had died, Now I see, it wasn’t just the pain he tried to hide. (Verse 2) He left me slowly, each day a little more, A text left unsent, a door left ajar. I thought it was me, the darkness in my mind, But now I see, he’d been leaving for a long, long time. (Chorus) Boxes and silence, that’s how he chose to leave, No confrontation, just the weight of apathy. He didn’t love, he didn’t care, Just used me for a story to share. Boxes and silence, it wasn’t fair, But now I see, he was never really there. (Verse 3) Remember the nights, I’d ask if he’d eaten? He’d shrug it off, like my voice was defeated. He’d drive for miles, just to stay away, While I sat in the dark, wondering why he didn’t stay. (Verse 4) When I was lost in the fog, drowning in despair, He watched with cold eyes, like he didn’t even care. Now I see, he wanted me gone, To play the victim in a sad, sad song. (Chorus) Boxes and silence, that’s how he chose to leave, No confrontation, just the weight of apathy. He didn’t love, he didn’t care, Just used me for a story to share. Boxes and silence, it wasn’t fair, But now I see, he was never really there. (Bridge) He let his car go, like he let me go too, Didn’t fight for anything, just let the pain accrue. I’m angry now, not just at him, But at myself for not seeing how dim... (Verse 5) He never noticed, never really tried, Just kept me around as a thing to deride. A pawn in his game, a tool to use, While I sat there, waiting for him to choose. (Final Chorus) Boxes and silence, that’s how he chose to leave, No confrontation, just the weight of apathy. He didn’t love, he didn’t care, Just used me for a story to share. Boxes and silence, it wasn’t fair, But now I see, he was never really there. (Outro) I’m done with his silence, done with his lies, I see it now, through different eyes. He was just a coward, too afraid to speak, And I was just a chapter in his story of deceit.