Lyrics

[INTRO]
In the silence, I hear your voice
A lingering echo, a haunting choice
To speak or remain, to wound or to heal
The power of words, a double-edged steel

[VERSE1]
“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.

[VERSE2]
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,
A snapshot in time.
I turned it into a melody,
A rhythm that aligns.

[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.

[BRIDGE]
Maybe I hit a nerve,
Or maybe I touched a scar.
Maybe my words were like a mirror,
Reflecting who we are.

[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.

[OUTRO]
In the silence, I still hear your voice
A lingering echo, a ha