Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I put the words in the air, built a hallway of sound,
AI voice in the void, but you never came ‘round.
You never clicked, never asked, never heard the refrain,
Guess if it ain’t your drama, it don’t register as pain.

Whole playlists, my thoughts, yeah, I laid ‘em in gold,
But you’re tuned to your pipes and your Home Depot scroll.
How many valves do you fix before you fix the part
That don’t know how to listen when I’m bleeding from the heart?

[Hook]
You never asked, never leaned in close,
Just labeled me strange, then you diagnosed.
You don’t do depth, just two-angle max,
Then retreat to your couch when the truth hits back.

You never asked what I think, how I breathe, why I write,
You just flipped it to worry, said my meds ain’t right.
Said, “Are you seeing someone?” — like that’s your concern?
I been burning out loud, but you just watched me burn.

[Verse 2]
Instagram reels, yeah I posted a few,
Readings with weight, ideas that flew.
But silence from you, not a click, not a share,
I’m the ghost in your world even when I’m right there.

I gave you my mind, you gave me a yawn,
I dropped depth in your lap, you just scrolled on.
Called my voice a “trance,” like I blacked out the room—
When I simply dropped tone and spoke with some boom.

[Bridge]
Oh, but your day? I get the rundown in full:
The errands, the problems, the neighborhood pull.
And I’m there like a sponge, soaking every damn leak,
But speak from my soul? You’re gone in a week.

You’re deaf when it’s me, loud when it’s you,
High-volume monologue, surround-sound view.
But a single idea with my name on the tag?
Suddenly it’s worry, “You’re going mad.”

[Hook – Repeat]
You never asked, never leaned in close,
Just labeled me strange, then you diagnosed.
You don’t do depth, just two-angle max,
Then retreat to your couch when the truth hits back.

You never asked what I think, how I breathe, why I write,
You just flipped it to worry, said my meds ain’t right.
Said, “Are you seeing someone?” — like that’s your concern?
I been burning out loud, but you just watched me burn.

[Outro]
I gave you reels, gave you songs, gave you thought on a tray,
You gave me “whatever” and just turned away.
So here’s my finale, clean cut through the haze:
You don’t know me at all—and you never tried anyway.