

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] He slammed my drawer Pulled the hangers off the rail Purple skirt on the floor Like it did something to him Flag in his fist Colors crumpled at the door Trash bag twist Like he’s proud of this war [Pre-Chorus] “You’re my son I won’t say it twice” Spits those words Like they’re holy Like they’re right Chest on fire But my voice stays cold I’m not what you own I’m not yours to mold [Chorus] You say “I don’t want that in my house” I say This is not your house anymore You raised a son? Well I raised myself From the clothes on the floor to the heart that you tore Screw you I’m done keeping score Screw you I’m slamming your door You can throw my things But you can’t throw me I’m still here I’m still me [Verse 2] Mirror cracked But I like who I see Little mascara streaked But that’s royalty to me He points at my jeans Like they’re some kind of crime I’m counting my breaths While he rewinds time [Pre-Chorus] “You’re confused You’ll grow out of this” Every word Like a bruise on my wrist But I won’t shrink Just to fit your frame I’ll keep my name I’ll redraw my flame [Chorus] [Bridge] [low vocal register] Bag up my shirts Bag up my tears Take your fear Get it out of here [crescendo] You can’t burn what’s under my skin You can’t ban who I’ve always been [whispered vocals] Not your shame Not your secret [full voice] I’m your kid You just don’t see it [Chorus]
Tags
pop, Moody K-pop with a dark, glossy synth bed and tight trap drums; verses in a low, simmering register that burst into a shout-along, anthemic hook. Stacked gang vocals on the chorus, subtle vocoder doubles, and a soaring post-chorus chant. Clean, punchy mix that keeps the vocal front and center, with a late-song half-time switch for extra drama., k-pop
2:39
No
1/9/2026