
Poetry
oldshool boom-bap beat with scratching an vocal samples and heavy use of samples and vocal chops in the drop

Poetry
oldshool boom-bap beat with scratching an vocal samples and heavy use of samples and vocal chops in the drop
Lyrics
Intro — Spoken, quiet resentment
Funny how you can love someone so loud…
And they can stay silent like it’s nothing.
Verse 1 — Slow, heavy, confessional
I gave you everything I had, every laugh, every bruise,
You gave me mixed signals like I had something to prove.
I kept calling it connection just to make it feel right,
But I was holding up the sky while you just watched me fight.
I carved your name into my habits, made you part of my day,
You carved mine into convenience, then just looked away.
And I kept hoping if I stayed, you’d learn how to care,
But you can’t teach someone to feel when nothing’s really there.
Hook
They call it love, I call it drowning while you breathed,
I thought you were reaching out, but you were just watching me bleed.
You never loved me, you just liked being needed like that,
I stood there with my heart wide open — you never reached back.
instrumental drop
Verse 2 — Anger creeping in, more bite
I romanticized your distance like it meant you were deep,
When really you were just detached, using silence to keep
Me guessing, overthinking, tracing ghosts in your eyes,
I confused your lack of effort with a heart in disguise.
I called it heartbreak, but let's call it what it really became:
Me loving you alone while you forgot my name.
And nobody warns you that devotion can rot,
That holding on with both hands still means you're holding a lot...
Of nothing.
Bridge — Whisper, clarity
Maybe you weren’t cold — maybe I just burned too bright.
Maybe I wanted love so bad, I mistook absence for light.
Verse 3 — Final breakdown, Em-style spiral, fast and emotional
Look, I ain’t saying you’re a villain, maybe I’m just the fool,
Who thought loyalty could matter in a heart that don’t move.
I wrote poetry in silence trying to give us a shape,
While you were busy moving on, already planning escape.
And yeah, I’d still choose you even knowing the cost,
That’s the sickest part — I’d still die just to feel something lost.
Call it tragic, call it broken, call it love or a trick,
I just know I begged for warmth — and you stayed cold as a brick.
Final Hook — Colder, resigned tone
They call it love, I call it drowning while you breathed,
I thought you were reaching out, but you were just watching me bleed.
You never loved me, you just liked being needed like that,
I stood there with my heart wide open — you never reached back.
instrumental drop
