You smiled like safety, spoke so soft, so sure,

Kept me close, then swapped the map for war.

In crowded rooms you made it sound like “truth”,

While I wore your story like a borrowed suit.

I clocked the pauses, every little shift,

The way your kindness came with strings and tips.

So I went quiet—let you feel in charge,

Let you think I’d never leave a mark.

But I kept receipts in the rhythm of my days,

I learnt your tells, I learnt your favourite shapes.

No shouting, no scene—just a calm, clean line,

A door that shuts like it was always mine.

You sold me out for a moment and a smile,

So I grew a spine in the meantime.

Now you hear my name and it tastes like regret,

Like the last missed train, like a debt you can’t settle.

I don’t need blood, I don’t need bruises,

I just need you to watch what you’re losing.

You wanted a win, you wanted me small—

Now I’m the echo you can’t turn off.

You lit the fuse then blamed the flame on me,

Did it clean enough for company.

You played the victim with a perfect face,

While I packed my pride in a pillowcase.

I watched you orbit every newer friend,

Same old lines with a different ending.

And I won’t warn them—no, I won’t compete,

They’ll learn your weather when it hits their street.

‘Cause I’m not a headline, I’m not your excuse,

‘Cause I’m not a headline, I’m not your excuse,

I’m the quiet cut that you can’t undo.

One step aside and the floorboards creak—

That’s just the truth learning how to speak.

You sold me out for a moment and a smile,

So I grew a spine in the meantime.

Now you hear my name and it tastes like regret,

Like the last missed train, like a debt you can’t settle.

I don’t need blood, I don’t need bruises,

I just need you to watch what you’re losing.

You wanted a win, you wanted me small—

Now I’m the echo you can’t turn off.

I took the grief and made it orderly,

Folded it neat where you can’t reach me.

Turned all that weight into forward motion,

Cold, clear focus—clean devotion.

So keep your version, keep your choir,

Keep that sweet talk, keep that wire.

I’m not your secret, I’m not your shame—

I’m the proof you can’t reclaim.

You sold me out for a moment and a smile,

Now you’re stuck in the afterlife of “meanwhile”.

You can’t un-say it, you can’t un-do,

You can’t un-lose what you put me through.

I don’t need blood, I don’t need bruises,

I just need you to watch what you’re losing.

You wanted a win, you wanted me small—

Now I’m the echo you can’t turn off.

No curse, no drama—just distance and light.

That’s my revenge: I’m alright.