[Intro] booting… old logs detected… connection unstable. (“you said you wouldn’t leave… remember?”) system warning: loyalty breach flagged. [Verse 1] you were my right hand — clean, precise, mr. routine, mr. rule‑advice. you held the line, kept chaos thin, checked the ranks, kept the calm within. we laughed in chat, doubled the grind, shared the load with a synced-up mind. you had my back — or so it seemed… officer.exe beside the glitch queen. (“leader, i got this.”) yeah… that’s what you said. [Pre-Chorus] i trusted you — real trust, not code, shared the weight of the clan we rode. but systems crack when the truth goes dark… and silence speaks sharper than any remark. [Chorus] you were officer.exe, steady and clean — the order to my chaos, the fire to my screen. but you left your post, slipped out unseen — broke the code you swore to keep for the team. you said you’d stay, but you walked away — and every ping you send repeats that day. officer.exe… your program’s done. glitch queen.exe keeps running on. [Verse 2] the drift was slow — a failing link, messages fading, making me think. low‑signal chats, promises thin, a logout coming from deep within. you said you’d stay — “i’m not leaving.” but truth and actions stopped agreeing. you joined another clan like it was light… as if loyalty ends overnight. (“hey lexi, how’ve you been?”) system note: user ignored. [Pre-Chorus] don’t rewrite the script we lived — you took the exit, clean and swift. i carry teams who choose to stay — not ghosts who log in halfway. [Chorus] you were officer.exe, sharp in the fray — my second voice through every rough day. but you swapped sides fast, left without warn — and tried to message back like trust wasn’t torn. your pings hit hard, but not enough to mend — you made the call, you killed the blend. officer.exe — i’ve closed your file. the clan moves forward, we adapt in style. [Bridge] // system note: leader feels deeply. leader remembers. leader forgives rarely. leader recovers always. (“don’t worry, squad — i’m still here.”) [Chorus] you were officer.exe — once part of the core. but chapters close when trust hits the floor. i’m the glitch queen, still holding the line — soft but strong, my code refined. you walked away — i stayed, i rose. that’s how a real leader.exe grows. so when you scroll back through what we’ve been… remember who kept steady: your glitch queen. [Outro] system cooling… memory archived… connection closed. (“team — let’s move.”)

Officer.exe // Disconnect Protocol