Verse 1

Sir, there’s a wound inside my heart,

Heavy with love I never show.

When memory touches it in silence,

It opens slowly… starts to flow.

Sir, I’ve learned that wrong stays wrong,

Unless it wears the face you like.

Truth bends gently at your comfort,

And justice dims its fragile light.

Chorus (Stronger Hook)

They will sing your name in borrowed lines,

With hungry mouths and perfect tone.

Kisses of praise upon their lips,

But not a single heart is home.

No, ink for sale will never shine

Like words that cost a piece of soul.

There’s no comparison at all

Between a bought-out verse

And one that bleeds its truth in full.

Verse 2 (Tighter & more musical)

They call it love, they call it grace,

Let flattery wander, warm and sweet.

But longing never learns to lie,

It walks barefoot through the heat.

I’ve seen devotion dressed as trade,

And loyalty learn how to bow.

Yet what is written from the marrow

Is the only truth we know somehow.

Bridge (Emotional Peak)

I’d rather fall than play along,

Or dress my silence up as gold.

If loving you means selling truth,

Then keep your songs — I’ll keep my soul.

Final Chorus (Softer, Deeper)

Let them crown you with rented praise,

Let applause be what they chase.

I’ll stay with words that cost me tears,

And choose the strength of honest grace.

No, ink for sale will never shine

Like words that cost a piece of soul.

There’s no comparison at all

Between a bought-out verse

And one that bleeds its truth in full.

Outro (Minimal, British elegance)

Some wounds refuse to flatter…

But they write

The truest lines.