Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro – soft, imperfect strumming. string buzz. low room noise. one-take energy.] [VOX: close mic, quiet, nearly whispering, slightly monotone with sudden emotion] mm... yeah (i been thinkin' again...) feel like... i ain’t even here, bro [Verse 1 – simple fingerpicking, melancholic progression, detuned strings] [VOX: soft-spoken, a little choked, breathy delivery] woke up… sun ain’t hit my face room still cold, head still loud can't feel my hands, but I’m reachin’ anyway for somethin’ that ain't even around [short pause. slight inhale.] my phone don’t ring no more guess they all gave up left my mind at the door now the mirror don’t trust who showin’ up [VOX: mumbled] and I don’t either, to be real... [Hook – light strum switches in, tempo slows, slightly slurred delivery] empty hands… can’t hold shit but pain eyes dry but I’m still in the rain people talk, but they don’t say my name they forget you when you too far away [small pause. almost like he's losing the beat] empty hands... still feel heavy though [Verse 2 – slightly messier strumming, voice gains a little edge] [VOX: tone shifts—softer then bitter, then cracks slightly] i gave you all that I had in me gave love like it grow on trees but you left and you ain't even say goodbye just ghosted, like I ain’t even bleed [brief silence. sounds of movement.] i talk to the wall, sometimes it listen better than friends tryna fake a smile, but it twitch at the end man... [VOX: exhale sharply through nose. almost laughs bitterly] this life don’t feel like mine this skin don’t fit no more this heart... been ripped so many times it don’t even beat it just… keeps score [Hook – returns softer. picked chords. voice nearly breaks.] empty hands… can’t hold shit but pain eyes dry but I’m still in the rain people talk, but they don’t say my name they forget you when you too far away [Bridge – nearly a whisper, over faint strums and string slide] [VOX: real quiet, confessional tone] would you love me if I wasn’t hurt? if I smiled more, if I spoke first? would you call me back, if I meant more? or you only miss me when I hit the floor… [Outro – gentle harmonics. deep breath. no reverb.] [VOX: deadpan, real low] i don’t want much... just somethin’ real somethin’ i can hold without it disappearin’ yeah… these hands empty as hell, bro [END]
Tags
Metalcore screamo, tuned to A, melodic guitars, harmonic vocals, male, double bass, distorted reverb, scream solo, rap
Duration
4:00
Instrumental
No
Created
7/28/2025