I built you a cathedral, stone by stone, brick by brick, You traded it for a tent and a man who makes you sick. I was the architect of peace, the engineer of calm, You handed him my throne and called it not your fault. He don't know the code, don't know the combination, Just a squatter in the ruins of my creation. I see red, I see copper, I see everything I lost, Faithful while you were busy being crossed. I was lighthouse in your storm, harbor in your hurricane, You repaid me with a dagger and a campaign. Now I'm calculating every consequence, I'm not the one you betray and then forget—that's not common sense. Pre-Chorus You crawled to my door when his empire fell, I stitched you back with threads from my own hell. Talked you off the ledge he pushed you toward, Then you ran right back—what was that for? Soon as you were full, you chose his poison air, I'm standing in the wreckage of a love that wasn't there. Chorus I see red, I see fire, I see everything I desire: Make him feel what I feel, Make him know this pain is real. You don't step on me and walk away, You don't take mine and think it's play. I'll make his life hell till he says goodbye, Not with a weapon, not with a knife, Just with the truth that I run this life. He's in my hood, he's in my space, And I won't stop till he's erased. Verse 2 Who is this jester you picked over me? Discount-bin shadow, fabricated story. He enters like somebody, you evaporates like mist, keptThe punchline to a joke that don't exist. His face could fracture mirrors, his voice could shatter glass, He walks like purpose but he's running from his past. Not a rival, not a challenge, not a threat to my design, Just temporary anesthetic on a wound that's always mine. You chose a matchstick over a blazing sun, A race that's over before it's begun. You picked a pebble over diamonds, now you live with what, And I'm supposed to be okay? Supposed to just accept? orusCh I see red, I see fire, I see everything I desire: Make him feel what I feel, Make him know this pain is real. You don't step on me and walk away, You don't take mine and think it's play. I'll make his life hell till he says goodbye, Not with a weapon, not with a knife, Just with the truth that I run this life. He's in my hood, he's in my space, And I won't stop till he's erased. Verse 3 I was the 3 AM call when your world caved in, Sanctuary, refuge, cover from your sin. Shoulder, tissue, ear, wall, door, Everything he wasn't—and you still wanted more. You consumed my kindness like a parasite, Discarded me like garbage when he whistled at night. Took my loyalty, love, time, energy, Traded it for chaos, toxicity, misery. But I see clear now, fog lifted from my eyes, I see the trauma bond, the pattern, the lies. Done being option, backup, second best, Closing every door you left open in my chest. Pack your manipulation, excuses, and shame, I'm burning down the bridge and won't say your name. Bridge I could shadow every corner, make him feel me near, Not violent—just a whisper that amplifies his fear. Ghost in his periphery, chill inside his spine, Reminder he crossed a sacred line. You don't take from me and prosper, don't steal and sleep in peace, Don't wound a lion and expect release. I don't fold, don't crumble, don't break, don't bend, He can keep my seconds, but he'll never reach my end. Final Chorus I SEE RED, I SEE FIRE, I SEE EVERYTHING I DESIRE: MAKE HIM FEEL WHAT I FEEL, MAKE HIM KNOW THIS PAIN IS REAL. YOU DON'T STEP ON ME AND WALK AWAY, YOU DON'T TAKE MINE AND THINK IT'S PLAY. I'LL MAKE HIS LIFE HELL TILL HE SAYS GOODBYE, NOT WITH A WEAPON, NOT WITH A KNIFE, JUST WITH THE TRUTH THAT I RUN THIS LIFE. HE'S IN MY HOOD, HE'S IN MY SPACE, AND I WON'T STOP TILL HE'S ERASED. Outro I don't want you back, I want you to comprehend, I was the beginning and I'll be the bitter end. I don't lose, don't get played, don't get taken from, When you look at that mistake, know you chose wrong. His legacy is nothing, his future is a blur, You're collateral damage of who you preferred. Take your loss, your lesson, your broken fantasy, I'm ascending to purpose while you drown in debris. Final chapter. Closing book. Polo energy.
