Don't Fake the Feeling 💌 #JuneOfLove

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🌍 Open to the entire Suno community
Every language. Every country. Every genre.
Love is multilingual. Let’s hear it in all its voices.

🔧 How to participate:
1️⃣ Make your song — any genre goes:
Rap, Afro, Pop, Acoustic, Kuduro, Spoken Word, Experimental, anything.
2️⃣ Add #JuneOfLove to your title.
3️⃣ In the caption, copy-paste this:
💌 #JuneOfLove
4️⃣ Post it, Tell us : https://suno.com/s/VVRuFFMFwPagBHT4 And go listen to the others.
We’ll all be weaving one big heart out of our tracks.

💿 All tracks will be added to the official #JuneOfLove playlist.
No contest. Just real sounds from real souls.

"Don't Fake the Feeling"
Ghost of Light Project
2025, Graou Copyright

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"Still hear you in the left side of my bed..."

Late night calls with your voice on mute, You said love, but your eyes rebuke. Midnight sins in a satin loop, Every kiss was a sweet dispute.

Told my momma, "She’s the one this time." Told myself, "You just love the climb." She lie good like a nursery rhyme, And I sing it back every fuckin’ time.

She got mirrors in her tone, Fake reflections when I’m home, But damn  I play along, Even when I know it’s wrong.

Lover... Liar... Loop  :Every "sorry" feel brand new. She love me like déjà vu, And I stay like I got no clue. Lover... Liar... Loop : Can't delete her, can't reboot. We break, we burn, then resume, On the same ol' script and tune.

I saw the texts. I ain’t blind. But she cry like love redefined. Sayin', "You the realest, swear this time..." While her phone still buzzed behind.

We fight in keys, never in words, Our silence louder than her slurs. She say "heal me", while she hurts, And I drink her lies like it’s dessert.

Loop me baby, one more sin, Swore I left, but here I spin. Toxic prayers on perfect skin, I lose again... and again within.

Lover... Liar... Loop : Every "sorry" feel brand new. She love me like déjà vu, And I stay like I got no clue. Lover... Liar... Loop : Can't delete her, can't reboot. We break, we burn, then resume, On the same ol' script and tune.

She don’t leave : she fade, Like perfume in the shade. I don’t love : I crave, This loop we never break.

"Still hear you in the left side of my bed..."

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🎧 #JuneOfLove 🖍️ A playlist for every version of love — even the ones you never dared to say out loud. https://suno.com/playlist/0df36954-b3c6-40da-8de7-a131b1cfb368 ❤️ The idea? Make a track about love. Not postcard love. The kind that shakes you. That makes you laugh, dance, doubt, scream. The kind that comes back after three years. Or leaves you on a summer morning. The one you imagined. The one that broke you. All forms are valid. Every truth belongs. 🌍 Open to the entire Suno community Every language. Every country. Every genre. Love is multilingual. Let’s hear it in all its voices. 🔧 How to participate: 1️⃣ Make your song — any genre goes: Rap, Afro, Pop, Acoustic, Kuduro, Spoken Word, Experimental, anything. 2️⃣ Add #JuneOfLove to your title. 3️⃣ In the caption, copy-paste this: 💌 #JuneOfLove 4️⃣ Post it, Tell us : https://suno.com/s/VVRuFFMFwPagBHT4 And go listen to the others. We’ll all be weaving one big heart out of our tracks. 💿 All tracks will be added to the official #JuneOfLove playlist. No contest. Just real sounds from real souls. "Don't Fake the Feeling" Ghost of Light Project 2025, Graou Copyright _________ "Still hear you in the left side of my bed..." Late night calls with your voice on mute, You said love, but your eyes rebuke. Midnight sins in a satin loop, Every kiss was a sweet dispute. Told my momma, "She’s the one this time." Told myself, "You just love the climb." She lie good like a nursery rhyme, And I sing it back every fuckin’ time. She got mirrors in her tone, Fake reflections when I’m home, But damn I play along, Even when I know it’s wrong. Lover... Liar... Loop :Every "sorry" feel brand new. She love me like déjà vu, And I stay like I got no clue. Lover... Liar... Loop : Can't delete her, can't reboot. We break, we burn, then resume, On the same ol' script and tune. I saw the texts. I ain’t blind. But she cry like love redefined. Sayin', "You the realest, swear this time..." While her phone still buzzed behind. We fight in keys, never in words, Our silence louder than her slurs. She say "heal me", while she hurts, And I drink her lies like it’s dessert. Loop me baby, one more sin, Swore I left, but here I spin. Toxic prayers on perfect skin, I lose again... and again within. Lover... Liar... Loop : Every "sorry" feel brand new. She love me like déjà vu, And I stay like I got no clue. Lover... Liar... Loop : Can't delete her, can't reboot. We break, we burn, then resume, On the same ol' script and tune. She don’t leave : she fade, Like perfume in the shade. I don’t love : I crave, This loop we never break. "Still hear you in the left side of my bed..."

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