[Intro — dark, echoing, low strings pulsing] Hah… If mercy is a virtue, then why did it break me? [Verse 1 — quiet fury building] I spent years forgiving wounds that never should have bled, Letting every cruel intention echo in my head. I thought softness was a shield— A holy, sacred truth… But kindness without limits only turns to proof That you can’t save a heart If it won’t save you too. [Pre-Chorus — realization striking] I bent until I shattered, Held on when I should’ve let go… But even gentle waters Become rivers that overflow. [Chorus — explosive, ruthless awakening] So this time, I won’t be gentle— The kindest thing I’ll ever do Is choose the fire, choose the ending, Choose a world where I break through. Mercy isn’t weakness— It’s knowing when to cut the rope. I won’t drown for someone’s comfort; I’ll rise alone, carrying hope. If mercy means survival… Then mercy must be ruthless. [Verse 2 — sharpened emotion] I gave my heart too freely, thinking love would set me free, But some people carve their power from your generosity. I wore patience like a chain, Thinking it was something pure— But patience turns to poison If you drink it anymore. [Pre-Chorus — stronger, defiant] They taught me to stay quiet, To soften every truth I knew… But silence is a weapon When it isn’t used on you. [Chorus — bigger, darker, triumphant] So this time, I won’t be gentle— The kindest thing I’ll ever do Is choose the fire, choose the ending, Choose a world where I break through. Mercy isn’t weakness— It’s knowing when to cut the rope. I won’t drown for someone’s comfort; I’ll rise alone, carrying hope. If mercy means survival… Then mercy must be ruthless. [Bridge — whispered → erupting] They said forgiveness is holy— But holiness never saved me. Sometimes the only way forward Is burning what kept me caged. If strength is born from ashes, Then let the flames rearrange me— I’ll walk out unafraid. [Final Chorus — massive, cinematic, undeniable] No more being gentle— The kindest thing I’ll ever do Is shatter chains, reclaim my power, Build a life that’s strong and true. Mercy isn’t weakness— It’s knowing when to end the pain. If I must choose between the world and me, I’ll choose myself again. If survival is the lesson… Then mercy is Ruthlessness.

The Kindest Thing