Not Your Problem
Create a dark, emotional Pop Ballad / Pop-Punk track with energetic drums, punchy bass, atmospheric synths, and sharp guitar stabs. Build tension in verses and explode into a powerful, anthemic chorus. Keep the mood intense, raw, and empowering, capturing feelings of heartbreak, anger, and liberation. Female vocal performance should be expressive, emotional, and dynamic. Include a dramatic outro fading with echo effects. Modern production, warm but edgy sound
Not Your Problem
Create a dark, emotional Pop Ballad / Pop-Punk track with energetic drums, punchy bass, atmospheric synths, and sharp guitar stabs. Build tension in verses and explode into a powerful, anthemic chorus. Keep the mood intense, raw, and empowering, capturing feelings of heartbreak, anger, and liberation. Female vocal performance should be expressive, emotional, and dynamic. Include a dramatic outro fading with echo effects. Modern production, warm but edgy sound
Lyrics
You told me I’m crazy for seeing the truth,
For wasting my feelings and wasting my youth.
You hang up the phone and you leave me in doubt,
Then wonder why I have nothing left to talk about.
If I seem like a bitch, it’s because I’m just done,
Watching you ruin every piece of the person I’ve become.
[Pre-Chorus]
I tried to be patient, I tried to be still,
But I’m running on empty, against my own will.
And you still act like you’re the one who is bled,
While you’re planting these thorns inside of my head.
[Chorus]
You told me I was broken, you told me I was small,
But I’m the only thing that didn’t crumble and fall.
Now you’re the one who’s shaking, scared of what I’ve become,
While I’m the one who’s finally, finally feeling numb.
No more hiding, no more playing your sick little part,
I’m taking back the keys to my own fucking heart.
[Hook]
I’m done with your lies and your pathetic little games,
You’re just a fucking coward with a million different names.
[Verse 2]
I’m done asking questions I already know the answer to.
Done trying to find a version of me that works for you.
You look at me like I’m the one who’s sick in the head,
Just because I’m finally saying the things that stay unsaid.
Keep your excuses, they’re just noise in my ears,
I’ve got no more room for your fake-ass fears.
[Outro]
You’ll tell everyone I’m the problem.
And for once, I’m okay with that.
Because being “the problem” means I’m not yours anymore.
Goodbye