Lyrics

[Verse 1]
“Quite rude and hurtful.”
That’s what you said.
Not hi. Not why.
Just dropped it like lead.

No questions, no call,
No sign you cared at all—
Just that clipped little line,
Like you came to install
A verdict.

I read it twice, then hit mute.
It didn’t sting—
But it told me the truth.

[Pre-Chorus]
Funny thing about pain—
It don’t knock if it’s fake.
But if a song makes you ache,
There’s a crack in the lake.

[Chorus]
So… was it rude, or was it real?
Was it cruel, or did it peel?
I didn’t lie, didn’t twist the frame—
I just played notes and spoke my name.

If it struck, then maybe it should.
Not every wound comes from the hood.
And me? I sleep just fine,
With that little tune you call a crime.

[Verse 2]
I don’t write for revenge.
I don’t write for effect.
I write when the wires
Are too hot to deflect.

You gave me a moment,
I gave it a beat.
You handed me silence,
I made it repeat.

No names, no blame,
No quotes out of place—
Just a mirror I held
Where your words left a trace.

[Pre-Chorus]
If it hurt, that’s the bell.
If it echoed, it fell.
If the pitch got sharp,
It’s ‘cause it rang well.

[Chorus]
So… was it rude, or was it true?
Was it me, or just what I knew?
I don’t embellish. I don’t confess.
I craft the message and leave the mess.

If you felt it, then it spoke.
If you’re mad, then it broke
Through the walls you protect—
The ones I won’t check.

[Bridge – Low & Steady]
You don’t have to like it.
You don’t have to stay.
But don’t text me your verdict
Like I begged you to play.

I didn’t knock.
Didn’t press send.
You came to the show.
I just held the pen.

[Final Chorus]
So was it rude? Sure, could be.
But it’s also clean.
And it came from me.
If it landed heavy,
If it made you bruise—
Then maybe you’re just
Not used to truth.

And me?
I still hum it now and then.
Might play it live.
Might write again.