Tasia (Out On All Platforms)

The lyrics explore the harsh lessons of repeated mistakes and betrayal, emphasizing resilience through painful experiences. Key themes include avoiding naivety ("Only a fool falls twice"), betrayal by partners ("gold digger wife") and friends ("fake friends"), and the high cost of misplaced trust. The narrator reflects on enduring emotional pain while reclaiming dignity, stressing that life’s unpredictable challenges demand self-awareness and growth to avoid paying a "helluva price."

ONLY A FOOL FALLS TWICE

Under Your Spell

SPANISH:
Esta canción simboliza lo que viví, y lo que muchos hemos vivido: el sentirnos vivos, pero sin rumbo, sin sentido... "Muerto en Vida".
Segunda canción del álbum Unveiling My Heart (versión VIP).

ENGLISH:
This song represents what I went through and what many of us have experienced: feeling alive, yet directionless, without meaning… ‘Breathing But Gone.’
Second track from the album Unveiling My Heart (VIPversion).

BREATHING BUT GONE - VIP

Ain’t Got Time

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(verse 1)
i know....-i Shouldn't call...but i cant...
his hands...on my body -but it's you, i want to feel....
closing eyes...
i see you...
no matter how he fucks me...(he fucks me)
no, it's not enought....(no)

(chorus)
Look at me, it's always you
his Hands on me,but i want you
come back now, Make me feel
What was real, What I still need…
When he holds, me close...
I shut my eyes, and it’s still you.
Only you, im begging now
Come back now, make it rought

(verse 2)
He grabs my hips, pulls me in —
but it’s your name I'm screamin’ in sin.
Fuckin' me hard, but I ain't there,
'Cause I’m lost in the ghost of your fuckin’ stare.
His lips on my neck — I bite my tongue,
Wish it was you makin’ me come undone.
He don’t know, I fake that moan,
Every thrust feels cold — I feel alone.

(chorus 2)
Look at me, it's always you
his Hands on me,but i want you
come back now, Make me feel
What was real, What I still need…
When he holds, me close...
I shut my eyes, and it’s still you.
Only you, im begging now
Come back now, make it rought
(bridge) 
(come back to me)
(make me feel free)
(love rought and hild me tight)
(im yours not just for tonight)
(outro)
im yours
im all yours
im yours

It's you

fever-dream

I opened the door — did I even think?
Of stories carved in every link?
Or was I just cold, or tired, or numb,
Dreaming of silence, a bed to succumb?
A nice old carpet, soft and proud,
Long halls where whispers aren’t too loud.
Each door I passed could hold a tale,
But only silence marked the trail.

No footsteps, no voices, no clinking plates,
Just time standing still behind the gates.
Born in peace, yet built on ash —
You breathed in slow, with quiet flash.

🎶 1922 — and winter’s at the door,
He doesn’t knock, he’s heard before.
With leaves still clinging, cold and thin,
And something strange beneath the skin.
1922 — I felt your spine,
Old wooden bones in fading shine.
I came for sleep, I stayed for lore —
1922, with winter at the door. 🎶

Rapallo ink still wet with trust,
And Walther fell into the dust.
Insulin saved, the Irish cried,
While quiet hands built you with pride.
Mussolini rose, raw goods ran dry,
But still you reached toward the sky.
Brick by brick, you took your stand,
A shelter shaped by human hand.

What did I want? A pillow, a prayer?
Just steam on glass and cleaner air?
But I found a century dressed in dust,
And walls that whisper: “feel, don’t trust.”

🎶 1922 — and winter’s at the door,
He waits like he has waited before.
A suitcase packed with frost and light,
And stories hidden from the night.
1922 — you held me tight,
Through autumn’s end and morning white.
And when I left, I knew much more —
1922, with winter at the door. 🎶

It was a sunny morning. But cold.
He stood there.
Winter.
Not unkind. Not loud.
With surprises in his bag.
But spring came,
and one by one...
they melted.
And in the summer… they were gone.

1922 (Deep House Version)

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...I ain’t tryna make this dramatic
But
It’s been feelin' like the end lately
Like... the real end

I don't call nobody no more
Been sittin' in the dark too long
I been scrollin’ through our texts like it means somethin’
But you gone
And I ain’t been the same since
You said "I need space," now I’m floatin’ in it
I used to pray for us
Now I just pray I wake up

You don’t even know what you did to me
How deep it cut, how much I bleed
I ain't lookin’ for pity
But I been thinkin’
If I ain’t worth livin’ for
Then what’s the reason?

Baby, I feel suicidal
(Suicidal)
Not for attention, it’s survival
(Suicidal)
You was my Bible
Now I’m losin’ faith in everything
Tryna hold on, but it stings
It’s gettin’ hard to breathe
Baby, you was all I need
(Suicidal)

My boys keep callin’ me, I hit decline
Told my mama I'm fine
Lie after lie
You moved on like nothin’
Like I ain’t mean nothin’
Meanwhile I’m here stuck
Starin’ at the ceiling, numb as fuck

I don't need you to say sorry
I just need someone to stop me
‘Cause these thoughts ain’t been quiet
And I been tired of hidin’

Baby, I feel suicidal
(Suicidal)
Not for attention, it’s survival
(Suicidal)
You was my Bible
Now I’m losin’ faith in everything
Tryna hold on, but it stings
It’s gettin’ hard to breathe
Baby, you was all I need
(Suicidal)

You won’t even know if I’m gone
Won’t even check your phone
If I disappear, would you notice?
Would you scroll past my name like I’m just another moment?
I gave you all the best of me
Now I’m left with what’s rest of me

Baby, I feel suicidal
(Suicidal)
Not for attention, it’s survival
(Suicidal)
You was my Bible
Now I’m losin’ faith in everything
Tryna hold on, but it stings
It’s gettin’ hard to breathe
Baby, you was all I need
(Suicidal)
Suicidal

Whoa oh oh
Please know I tried with all my might
You were my reason, my fight
But now…
I’m tired of tryin’
So
If I make it through tonight
Maybe there’s still a fight
But If I
But if I don’t…
Just know I loved you more than life
(Suicidal)

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