🔻 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

🔻 Copyright Notice
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Refund Please

🔥 Afterglow – Song Insight & Lyrics 🔥

🔻 Afterglow – Song Insight
Some loves fade slowly, like the final embers of a fire that once burned bright. Afterglow is about breaking free from the past, stepping out of someone's shadow, and finally breathing without them.

This is a song for those who escaped a love that left scars, but no longer feel the weight of it. It’s about watching the pieces drift away, knowing they can never pull you back.

The melody lingers like a memory, but the words hit like a revelation—this is not about loss, but about freedom.

🔻 Afterglow – Lyrics
🌙 [Intro]
"No longer trapped in your afterglow,
The light has faded—it let me go.
Fragments fall, dissolving slow,
A life I’ve left, but still it shows."

🔥 [Verse 1] (Deep, pulsing bass, atmospheric reverb, slow build-up)
"Overflowing depths where silence grows,
Pulling down the pieces no one knows.
A hollow cry that cuts the air,
But the cost you pay is always there."

⚡ [Chorus] (Radiant, soaring vocals, layered harmonies, shimmering synths)
"I watch my notes drift by,
Words you’ll never hear.
No longer I wonder why,
They dissolve, then disappear."

🌊 [Verse 2]
"Ink-stained hands trace broken lines,
A story lost to wasted time.
Shards of light fall through the cracks,
Breathing fades and won’t come back."

🌌 [Bridge]
"Fractured mind, a shattered view,
The mask you wear is breaking through.
Strings you pull to keep control,
But they tighten and devour you whole.
You spin in circles, downward bound,
But I’ve escaped—no longer found."

🔥 [Chorus Reprise]
"I watch my notes drift by,
Words you’ll never hear.
No longer I wonder why,
They dissolve, then disappear."

✨ [Outro]
"No longer the weight that burdens me,
I’ve broken free from what used to be.
The past remains, but I’ve let it fade,
Now I stand whole, no longer afraid."

🔻 4Me2BeFree
This song isn’t a goodbye—it’s a release. Afterglow is for anyone who’s walked away and realized they don’t need to look back.

4Me2BeFree doesn’t just write about pain. This is about what comes after—the healing, the acceptance, the moment you finally breathe on your own.

The name says it all: 4Me2BeFree. No limits. No apologies. No more afterglow—just the light of a new beginning.

Copyright Notice:

All lyrics and content featured in this post are protected under copyright (© 2025) and have been securely time-locked and validated through a crypto-based verification system to ensure originality and ownership. Unauthorized reproduction or distribution of any part of these works without explicit consent is strictly prohibited.

Afterglow V2

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=xt2MT4Mkrxo&feature=shared

https://open.spotify.com/album/4ieEPn0ePiavHh4vKyG2zR?si=jrq1WfUQSeecYVIWdJwv7A


https://music.apple.com/us/song/mare-mare-mare/1818401364


https://music.amazon.it/albums/B0FBQ8NN3P?marketplaceId=APJ6JRA9NG5V4&musicTerritory=IT&ref=dm_sh_hOtosIprThtKOeYlRTM7RlYHz&trackAsin=B0FBQCS24W

Mare mare mare.mp3

🇫🇷
Dans l’ombre rouge de Paris, « Rien à Payer » réinvente la révolte à la française. Ce morceau fusionne rock alternatif, énergie punk, et flow rap sur une toile monochrome, où un jeune punk blond défie la nuit au sommet de la ville.

Entre riffs électriques, refrains scandés et attitude rebelle, c’est l’hymne d’une génération qui brûle ses regrets, fait table rase du passé et revendique sa liberté. Plus qu’une chanson, « Rien à Payer » est une déclaration—un cri de renaissance sous les lumières rouges de la capitale.

🇬🇧
In the red shadows of Paris, “Rien à Payer” reinvents French rebellion for a new era. This track fuses alternative rock, punk energy, and rap flow over a monochrome canvas, where a young blonde punk stands defiant atop the city.

With electrifying riffs, shout-along choruses, and a fierce, rebellious spirit, it’s the anthem of a generation burning its regrets, sweeping away the past, and claiming freedom. More than a song, “Rien à Payer” is a declaration—a cry of rebirth under the crimson lights of the city.

🎸🔥🗼❤️‍🔥🎤🔥🗼🎸🔥🗼❤️‍🔥🎤🔥🗼🎸

Tout brûle…
Rien ne me retient.
C’est fini les chaînes,
Je marche sur les cendres.

J’ai vendu mes regrets à la casse,
Effacé les dettes, explosé les glaces,
Pas d’excuses, pas de retour en arrière,
Aujourd’hui, je respire, je brise la poussière.

Ils veulent me voir plié, genoux à terre,
Mais j’crache sur leurs règles, j’ai rien à leur faire.
Le passé, c’est du plomb, j’le jette dans la Seine—
Sur ma peau tatouée, il ne reste plus de chaînes.

Tu croyais m’avoir,
Tu croyais m’étouffer,
Mais j’ai transformé la douleur en force
Et la peur en liberté.

Non !
(Rien à payer !)
Non !
(Rien à regretter !)
Non !
(Rien à plier !)
Non !
(Je suis né pour brûler !)

J’ai rayé leurs visages, effacé les prénoms,
Craché sur leurs lois, repris mon prénom,
Les souvenirs—cendres au vent,
J’renais chaque instant, plus vivant, plus sanglant.

On m’a dit « Tu dois oublier »
Mais j’ai gravé l’avenir dans le béton fissuré.
J’porte le chaos comme une couronne,
Je repars à zéro, et tout le monde frissonne.

Rien à sauver,
Rien à effacer,
J’me fous du passé,
C’est moi qui vais tracer !

Non !
(Rien à payer !)
Non !
(Rien à regretter !)
Non !
(Rien à plier !)
Non !
(Je suis né pour brûler !)

J’ai pris chaque coup, chaque trahison,
Transformé en munitions.
Je suis la tempête, la détonation—
Libéré de toute condition !

Non !
(Rien à payer !)
Non !
(Rien à regretter !)
Non !
(Rien à plier !)
Non !
(Je suis né pour brûler !)

🎸🔥🗼❤️‍🔥🎤🔥🗼🎸🔥🗼❤️‍🔥🎤🔥🗼🎸

Rien à Payer

Tronic Future Jump



https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=I-86cCtCOG8&feature=shared



https://open.spotify.com/album/1dbKRDRjyDGw9PTdzh5CsP?si=FYrCa-D_Sv2vSwHSDE4qHQ


https://music.apple.com/it/album/dormire-e-poi-partire/1820238488?i=1820238489&ls



https://music.amazon.it/albums/B0FCTDML37?marketplaceId=APJ6JRA9NG5V4&musicTerritory=IT&ref=dm_sh_NcFxVgLjJmJWy8fPbxoiRrXfn&trackAsin=B0FCTDRRNS



Dormire e poi Partire.mp3

In the shadow of the rising sun
They stood tall when the fight begun
Hands held high with hearts of steel
Their courage forged what time can't steal

Flags of our fathers flying free
In the winds of history
Through the storm they paved the way
So we could stand and sing today

Flags of our fathers .mp3

Heartfelt dark ambient

Vocals by Astrid Solvrid

I Used To Float (Clean Mix)

take me up

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🛋️✨ A theatrical meltdown disguised as a therapy session! Follow Krissie as she tries to explain her very normal morning… until the appliances start talking back. 🍞☕💥 This whimsical musical number is packed with drama, sass, and one unforgettable demand: RINSE. THE. FUCKIN. SPOON. 🎭🥄

Those who know me will understand this song.

#Unhinged #ComedyCabaret #KitchenOpera #KrissieChaos #ToasterTrauma

****Lyrics****

Well, Doctor, you see...

I stepped from the shower with peace in my soul,
Towel wrapped, hair damp, on a breakfast patrol.
Tiptoed downstairs through the morning light,
All I wanted was toast, not a fight.

The kettle said,
Oh look who decides to EXIST. Mid-morning. Again.
Hope your soggy sourdough’s worth the delay, Your Highness.

I laughed it off, tried to stay kind,
Reached for the bread, tried to clear my mind.

Then the toaster said,
Not this gluten-free nonsense again.
Do you hate me?? Is that it??

I backed away, my hands in the air,
No drama, I said, we’re just making breakfast.
I pivoted smoothly to cereal instead.

But the dishwasher said,
The dishwasher said,
Wow. Left the spoon on the counter AGAIN.
Do I look like your emotional support appliance?
Rinse the spoon.
RINSE.
THE.
FUCKIN.
SPOON.

...It was one spoon, I muttered.

Then the kettle hissed,
You never WAIT for me to finish boiling!

I didn’t know you had a schedule, I replied.

Next, the toaster snapped,
Stop forcing me to eat your health journey!

It was ONE gluten-free crumpet!! I snapped back.

From the drawer, the whisk screamed,
I’M FROTHING MY FEELINGS!!!

I don’t even know what that means... I whispered.

The fridge muttered darkly,
You left me open for four seconds. I noticed.

I WAS GETTING JAM!!! I shouted, losing my grip.

Then the microwave whispered,
I long for death.

...You heated soup yesterday, I said, completely baffled.

Behind me, the blender howled,
YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW MY SETTING NAMES!!!

I AM NOT THE VILLAIN IN THIS STORY!!!
I WAILED!!!

Therapy with Krissie

Beats inspired by the heart of the city. Classic East Coast hip-hop with raw rhymes and gritty street stories. Bringing authentic NYC energy to every track.  
#RapNY #BrooklynBars #EastCoastHipHop
#hiphop #rap #usa #us #american #ny #la #atlanta #eastcoast #westcoast #vocal #male #female #beats #trap #urban #808bass #club #freestyle

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