Grief

Lyrics

(INTRO) (The sound of a needle hitting a dusty record. Rain intensifies. A single, low Rhodes piano chord, played with heavy sustain. Distant, ghostly reverb on a vocal hum.) Vocals: (Whispered, barely audible) Mmm… yeah… Some losses don’t break your heart… They don’t just leave a scar. They reach inside and hollow out the ground. ​(VERSE 1) (Sparse, sluggish hip-hop beat enters: a muted kick drum that sounds like a dull thud against a door. Each beat feels like it’s lagging behind.) Vocals: I buried your name in the dark of my throat, But it claws at the walls, it refuses to go. Every breath I steal feels like a theft, From a world that’s right, but feels entirely left. I’m walking the rooms where we built our ghosts, Tracing the shape of the one I miss most. I didn’t just lose you—that would be kind, I lost the horizon I left in your mind. ​(PRE-CHORUS) (The Rhodes piano pulls back. A mournful electric guitar starts a slow, bluesy bend that sustains, sounding like a human moan.) Vocals: And how do I put a name to the rot? To a soul-tether severed, to the love that we got? I’m a map with no city, a house with no door, Staring at the space where you aren’t anymore. ​(CHORUS) (The bass drops—deep, distorted sub-bass that vibrates the chest. The drums become heavy and syncopated, emphasizing the "thud" of grief.) Vocals: (Powerfully emotional, gritty vibrato) This grief is a fracture, it lives in my bones, It’s the weight of the silence when I’m sitting alone! Like a building collapsing, the foundation is gone, And I’m standing in rubble just waiting for dawn! Don’t ask if I’m okay, there’s no word for this hell, A story of us that I can’t live to tell. It’s vast, it’s a chasm, it’s too deep to ignore, I’m drowning in you… on a dry, empty floor. ​(VERSE 2) (Music strips back to just the vinyl crackle and the guitar bends. The vocals are intimate, shaky.) Vocals: I’m hoarding the relics, the texts, and the lies, That you’d still be here if I closed both my eyes. I hear your laughter in the drift of the street, And my heart stops dead, just to feel the repeat. But the air turns cold, and the ghost fades away, And I’m forced to face another black-and-white day. Growing up is a curse when I do it in pain, Listening for your voice in the sound of the rain. ​(BRIDGE) (Everything stops. Total silence except for the ambient rain and a faint, high-pitched, echoing pad that sounds like a distant wind.) Vocals: (Spoken word, raw, cracking voice) You were the mirror. Without you, I don't even recognize my own face. I didn’t know I was half of a whole… Until the half that made me real… Just… stopped. ​(FINAL CHORUS) (Music surges—all instruments return, now layered with dense, dissonant harmonies. The guitar is wailing in the background, a high-pitched blues lament.) Vocals: (Full-throated agony, layered harmonies, desperate) This grief is a fracture, it lives in my bones! A life-sentence served in this house of cold stones! I’m turning to find you in every damn crowd, Screaming your name in a world that’s too loud! Some bonds don’t break, they just hollow you out, Leaving nothing but silence and shadows and doubt. You aren’t just a memory, you’re the space in the air, The permanent ache of you no longer there! ​(OUTRO) (The beat dies instantly. Only the Rhodes piano remains, playing a dissonant, unresolved chord. The vinyl crackle gets louder, then abruptly stops.) Vocals: (Whispering, intimate, breathless) I carry the weight… Of the empty space. (Soft, shaky exhale) You’re the silence now. (Rain ambience fades slowly into absolute stillness.)