[INTRO – filtered / spoken, beat building] From the first damn moment it was minimal, minimal, anyone could hope for more but you delivered less than literal. A couple likes, some encouraging words, images that overlapped, friendly footsteps marked and mapped… AT THAT POINT YOU COULD HAVE SAID “I’M TAPPED,” reached a point where your effort capped. You wrote me a song, I wrote a response song, you back‑pedaled, had to marinate in what you wrote and apparently decided it was wrong. Disappearing for three weeks when you could have said “SO LONG.” So long, so long (so long)… I felt the shift, wrote a song about the rift, told my future self when things happen like that don’t say anything, keep it to myself, don’t make mention, set it on a shelf. Pause for cause, never mentioning what it was, wrote another song From Here to Mars, giving you that much space, nothing to face, nothing to place, throw it all out there safe space. [VERSE 1 beat drops in] I’m not putting all my energy where it’s never coming back. You dropped the match and walked away, surprised the bridge turned black. You disappeared like nothing happened, thought the silence wouldn’t show, then you pop up with a song that you don’t wanna let me go… Then dip out again that’s not special, not even friend. And if I’m not worth a bit of effort, say THE END. Did you lose your words or lose the will, or just the basic drive to try? You didn’t leave a message, you just left me asking why. “Don’t take it personal” that line was your deflection, you should’ve stayed silent in the no‑comment section, you should’ve stayed silent in the no‑comment section. [PRE‑HOOK tension rising] You dream of someone laughing with you, someone who gets your past, but when the jokes stop landing, your silence hits me fast. “Don’t take it personal” that line was your deflection, you should’ve stayed silent in the no‑comment section, you should’ve stayed silent… [HOOK A – first lift] You went quiet, now I hear it, silence louder than bullshit. I give love like I had plenty, and you filled up the space you could’ve just left fucking empty. I’m not the one who hit zero, with no effort at all I can be my own hero. [VERSE 2 – darker groove] I spent riches like they’re endless, time and care without a fee, so you could sense in me what was broke, get a little kick in, call it a funny joke? A joke was worth your time what the fuck is wrong with people? You had nothing better to do, had all the time and words available, bare minimal was the most, just enough to fake being close with the full intention of becoming a ghost. You treat effort like it’s currency you’re terrified to spend, counting pennies of attention, treating me like I’m not worth two cents in the end. I picked you every single day while you picked anyone but me. You could have said at any time you had no use for friends, not connection or honesty. [BRIDGE chant / call‑and‑response] Ten minutes in a day, that’s all I ever asked, but even that was too much work, you couldn’t be up to task. So take your minutes back, the ones you rationed out so slow. Hope you find someone who settles for the crumbs you choose to show. “Don’t take it personal” that line was your deflection, you should’ve stayed silent in the no‑comment section, you should’ve stayed silent in the no‑comment section. [HOOK B – double‑layered, high‑energy] (From the first damn moment it was minimal, minimal…) You went quiet, now I hear it, silence louder than bullshit. Anyone could hope for more but you delivered less than literal I give love like I had plenty, and you filled up the space you could’ve just left fucking empty. AT THAT POINT YOU COULD HAVE SAID “I’M TAPPED,” reached a point where your effort capped, I’m not the one who hit zero, with no effort at all I can be my own hero. [OUTRO – spoken / growl over final hits] Ten minutes out of one hundred forty‑four, ten minute increments in a given day and to want one of those segments is asking too much. One thousand and eight segments in the week and I can’t even hope you’d allow me ten minutes of that time. I won’t say what I feel rising to my lips I don’t owe anyone that does this and dips, then has the gonads to tell me “don’t take it personal, I’m busy.” I’ve obviously wasted too much effort on you from the get‑go you don’t have to worry about nada, you have been let go. And to anyone else on this fucking planet who goes out of their way to make someone feel some type of way only to deny them two minutes of time as if they aren’t worth any effort be too goddamn busy in the first place, don’t ever come into my space. [Vocaloid – robotic] Nothing worse than someone who knows your story and wants to add one more to its, who does that?? why?
