🔻 Song Insight
“Refund Please” is a haunting emotional monologue dressed as a song — a one-man show unraveling at a broken-down bus stop, where the ride never comes and the reset button never works. With stripped-down verses and a chorus that returns like a wound reopening, the track explores what it feels like to be stuck at the intersection of regret and realization.

This is a power ballad not about love lost — but identity disintegrated. It’s for anyone who’s begged the universe for a do-over, whispered “this can’t be it,” and counted change in their hand like it could buy back dignity.

Layered with theatrical pain, poetic confusion, and the ache of wanting something real in a world full of traps, Refund Please sounds like what happens when healing doesn’t come — and you have to stand there and perform anyway.

🔻 Lyrics
[Intro]
I sit here waiting for the bus
Missing you for hours — what’s the plot
A one man show without a script
My lines flow dissolving over time

[Verse 1]
This show has to go on
It’s up to me to be the one now alone
It’s not inside — this hope now hides
Just another day to pass the time

[Verse 2]
You say there is a way without a map
Point in some direction — come on we know it’s a trap
Just to survive is not acceptable lines
Your words fall short every time

[Chorus]
I sit here waiting for the bus
Missing you for hours — what’s the plot
A one man show without a script
My lines flow dissolving over time

[Verse 3]
I want this power — no stage fright to see
This is the one, this is the night, to make them see
No flyte — can’t you see
My wings broken, I can’t be free, this was never meant to be

[Verse 4]
No time to heal before I set sail
They came to see me fall, to see me fail
Today I want to prove them wrong
Tomorrow I may sing a different song
But for now help me find a way

[Bridge]
I want to be stable, I want a way to live
I wish I could have won — or fought back to see
I know I lost the one I was after
It won’t be him again — disaster
The one I had needed to see was me
Is it too late, can I still break free?

[Chorus]
I sit here waiting for the bus
Missing you for hours — what’s the plot
A one man show without a script
My lines flow dissolving over time

[Verse 5]
To power off, a reset, rewind
Shit is not kind — I’m out of time
This is the one time to be the man
And to be on time with quarters in hand

[Verse 6]
Begging for you to please understand
Take my token, take my plan
Take it all — I just want peace
A way to be me, a chance for a release

[Bridge 2]
Please reset this level
This world — it’s not a game
It’s been nothing but
One big mistake all the way

[Final Chorus]
I sit here waiting for the bus
Missing you for hours — what’s the plot
A one man show without a script
My lines flow dissolving over time

🔻 Personal Reflection
This one hit me in waves.
Refund Please wasn’t written in one sitting — it was pieced together from moments of collapse: missed chances, quiet breakdowns, and the surreal realization that life doesn’t hand out second tries like we hope it will.

That bus stop? It’s real.
That helpless feeling of having “just enough” to survive but not enough to restart? Also real.

I was grappling with loss — not just of someone, but of myself. The version of me that loved blindly, that believed in being saved, that thought if I showed up enough times, love would eventually meet me there.

This song is me admitting: it never did.
And yet... I still waited.

So yeah, it’s dramatic. It’s sad. But it’s also honest. And sometimes being honest is the bravest form of moving on.

— Īan / 4Me2BeFree

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Refund Please

MY WINGS

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🎧 Track 299: “This Tab’s Yours”
by 4Me2BeFree

🔻 Song Insight
“This Tab’s Yours” is a lyrical evisceration wrapped in composure. It’s not a scream—it's a final word, a controlled purge of betrayal, identity erosion, and mental entrapment. This track closes a long arc of emotional warfare, not with a bang, but with a scalpel. Every verse walks through the wreckage of a relationship that blurred truth and manipulation, memory and performance.


🔻 Lyrics

[Verse 1]  
Words thrown—shit against a wall  
Can’t build on cracks—just watch it fall  
Hiccups echo through my mind  
This pain ain’t mine, but it rewinds  
Session crimes—still serving time  
Old emotions dressed in new design  

[Verse 2]  
Wish my pain would stop re-explaining  
Overprocessed the process—it’s draining  
I insist this mess is dismissed  
But still, it drips. It resists.  
This system’s an abscess  
Spreads like rust—refuses rest  
I want my memories. I want my mind.  
But this loop stays stuck—redesigned  

[Verse 3]  
You play with my head  
I write bars to survive  
You hide from emotion  
Mine stream on live  
You block your past  
I’m trapped in replay  
You mocked my pain—  
I got wise. Walked away.  

[Verse 4]  
Never respected my fears  
Auto-stored and weaponized  
Turned my truth into triggers  
You made the past come alive  
Built a trap—blueprint of me  
Laid each lie like masonry  
The depths you went, the shit you sold  
Your love was fake. Your silence cold.  

[Refrain – Female Vocal Return]  
Some debts don’t fade with time  
Some voices haunt the line  
Some love was never mine…  
(and it’s fine)  

[Verse 5]  
Mind bound—chained to a bed  
Watching reruns—clips in my head  
No lines I missed, no truths unread  
Just scenes I wish I’d burned instead  
Facing loss, my insides twitch  
The skit was yours—no soul, just script  

Are you sick? To act that way?  
What’s so fucked inside your brain?  
Was it all a lie—your name, your cry?  
Did you ever feel, or just get by?  

[Verse 6]  
Nine years—my time, my fire  
You traded love for false desire  
No thought of loss, no cost to weigh  
You walked like we were made of clay  
Now you frame this as mutual flame  
Like we both sparked this twisted game  
But your delusions—deep and cracked  
And hearts like yours don’t take love back  

[Verse 7]  
This world is cruel—I thought I knew  
But I said “I do” to the dark in you  
You broke my house, my name, my trust  
And turned soft hearts into rust  
But I rebuilt. Rewired my part.  
Concrete walls guard this heart.  
No access granted. No more spins.  
This story ends. I don't begin again.  

You made your bed. You played your part.  
You broke your mind. You split this art.  
Yeah, you say you miss me—  
I bet you do.  
Now life reflects the real you.  
What you had—wasn’t that bad  
Now it’s lost, and that’s just sad.  

[Outro – Spoken / Final Statement]  
Shit is done. Roads laid.  
Lesson burned—bridge unmade.  
I was traded. I was used.  
But I walked, and I refused.  

You held me back. You made me pay.  
But this tab?  
It’s yours. All day.


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Track 299: "This Tab’s Yours"

Laura

esprimi un desiderio mi dicesti  all'improvviso 
cosa vorresti avere di tanto importante 
e mettesti le tue mani appoggiate sulle mie   
ci son cascato dentro come un pollo  ci credetti 
 e come tutti i sogni impossibili maledetti 
arrivano in silenzio per fare poi tanto rumore
soprattutto quando c'è di mezzo il cuore e l'amore 
e quando a lento rilascio senti davvero il dolore
e scrissi dappertutto "amore mio  ti amo" 
e dissi al mondo intero "è un amore all'infinito"
ma ricordo che quel giorno una mossa e scacco matto 
mi sputasti proprio in faccia "l'amore è finito"

laura maledetta laura 
mi ingannasti mi feristi 
e come uno straccio mi buttasti 
e ancora oggi io combatto con lo spettro di me stesso

laura ti ho perso laura  
mia dolce laura 
chissà se un giorno ti ritroverò
e penso ai momenti che mi hai dato 
alla fortuna che in fondo in fondo ho avuto 
ho toccato il cielo azzurro con le dita 
e riuscito a dare un senso alla mia vita con te
e sogno a occhi aperti 
al ricordo di allora 
una bocca che mi cerca 
una mano che mi sfiora
al caldo universo che poi mi prende ancora 
e restare abbracciati nel calore della sera
laura ti ho perso laura  
mia dolce laura 
chissà se un giorno ti ritroverò
laura ti amo laura ti ho amato laura 
e per sempre io ti amerò
laura ti ho perso 
laura  mia dolce laura 
chissà se un giorno ti ritrover

Laura

I read many years ago that some individuals with psychomotor epilepsy could get strong feelings of certainty or truth during seizures, sometimes described as mystical or religious experiences. It was reported that they could be accompanied by feelings of clarity, heightened awareness, and a sense of unity with the world. Tatiana brought to my attention that Dostoievsky went through that kind of experiences and used them in his novel The Idiot. Here I tried to sing the misfortunes of someone going through those altered states of consciousness while eating in a restaurant. 

*** Epilepsia Psicomotora ***

Senti um relâmpago a estoirar no meu cérebro,
e as vagas de infinitos oceanos ergueram-se alterosas,
e desfizeram-se em lágrimas nos meus olhos deslumbrados.
E no clarão perfeito, que logo se extinguiu,
eu vi a razão, o antes, o depois, o círculo eterno.
Por isso agora eu sei, tão certo quanto eu vivo,
que a ele nada se compara, para ele tudo converge,
e nele tudo se resume e se explica:
O bitoque especial da cantina dos trabalhadores do comércio.

I felt a lightning bolt crack in my brain,
and the waves of infinite oceans rose up gigantic,
and broke as tears in my dazzled eyes.
And in the perfect gleam, which soon died away,
I saw the reason, the before, the after, the eternal circle.
So now I know, as sure as I live,
that nothing compares to it, everything converges to it,
and in it everything is summarized and explained:
The special steak from the shopkeepers' canteen.

Epilepsia Psicomotora

Leaving Palma, hearts on fire

“Reasons Why You Should Love Me”
A vintage soul confession wrapped in cinematic elegance.
Waltzing through lace-bound memories, poetic flaws, and midnight longing, this ballad is for the romantics out of time — the ones who love deeply, imperfectly, and beautifully.
Think strings, soft light, and a voice that aches like old film.

If you've ever been a storm in silk or a quiet heart in a loud world — this song is for you.

Reasons Why You Should Love Me

(Retro Pop Elegance – 3/4 waltz tempo)

[Verse 1]
Because I wear perfume no one can name
And cry at the endings no one else claims
I dance in my kitchen like I’m on stage
In slippers and secrets I never outgrew

[Verse 2]
Because I keep letters tied up in lace
From lovers who left but still haunt this place
I dream in old movies and black-and-white grace
And believe that a promise can still come true

[Chorus]
So if you're looking for reason or rhyme
To love a girl a little out of time
Here I am, bruised and blooming slow
With a heart too deep, and nowhere to go
Wouldn’t you want a love like mine?
That burns through velvet and waits in line?

[Verse 3]
Because I’ll forgive what I never forget
And laugh like a dare when my eyes get wet
I’ll read your silence like cigarette ash
And write you in lyrics I haven’t sung yet

[Chorus]
So if you're counting the stars and flaws
Still wondering if I'm worth the cost
Here I am, soft where the world gets mean
In lace and longing, somewhere between
Wouldn’t you want a love like mine?
A storm in silk, a kiss in time?

[Bridge]
You don’t need a reason carved in stone
Sometimes, love is a house with the lights left on

[Final Chorus]
So if you’re tired of less-than-true
Of hollow hands and skies too blue
Here I am, a midnight bloom
A question mark in a crowded room
Wouldn’t you want a love like mine?
A rare old song, just slightly out of line?


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Reasons Why You Should Love Me

Attempt on this inspirational track: https://soundcloud.com/petrus-major/kalia-beach-personal
I just added keyboard and tenorsax, each in on go.
I recommend listening to the Original, which is perfect !
The image is simply showing the Dead Sea ... not Kalia Beach !

Kalia Beach by Petrus Major // Keys Sax remix

I'm bout to turn my soul inside out (Mix 10)

Unravel

inspiring singer song writer beat producer mostly trap music
I'm not signed!

MY WINGS

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