nỉ chư tao ủa tuây bu chin chin sư sỉ hoan :)

nghe từ hồi lớp 6 thấm thoát giờ đã u20 rồi :)))

nghe từ tháng 6/2019 giờ đã là tháng 9/2025. Từ hè lớp 6 lên năm nhất đại học rồi vẫn thấy hay

Cpop

Ngục Tù tình yêu 以愛為囚 - 滿舒克

Xem Như Tôi Từng Cưới Được Cô Ấy - Mạc Khiếu Tỷ Tỷ - 当我娶过她 - 莫叫姐姐

Giấc Mơ Không Thể Đánh Thức (醒不来的梦) - Thập Nhị

Váy Cưới Của Em Giống Như Bông Tuyết - Lý Phát Phát

这些年走的弯路 - Con Đường Vòng mà Ta Đã Đi Những năm qua

You walked in like a sculpture half alive,
Pretty face, but not much goin’ on inside,
I thought maybe I could give you some design,
So I carved you out, gave you my time
Made you talk, made you laugh, even made you mine.
But baby, you were soft between my hands,
Just a puddle in a suit, tryin’ hard to stand,
And every time I blinked, you’d fall apart again
Oh, how could I ever love a man made of sand?

I tried to fix you, dress you up in shine,
But your heartbeat never kept up with mine.

You’re my Clayman, spinning on my table,
I shaped your smile, you said “thank you,” like you’re grateful
A puppet in my stop-motion show,
Always doin’ what you’re told, never “no.”
I played the strings, you played pretend,
But baby, statues crack, and stories end.
You’re my Clayman
Too easy to break, too boring to mend.

You’d nod along like I wrote your every thought,
I’d joke, you’d laugh,  rehearsed on the dot.
I said, “Babe, have a dream,” but you forgot,
Guess your head’s more porcelain than I thought.
And maybe I was cruel to stay,
When your eyes looked empty, painted that way.
But I was lonely, and clay don’t fight back,
Till one day I dropped you,  oops, crack.

You said I’m cold, but you never had a flame,
Just a hollow echo of my name.

You’re my Clayman, spinning on my table,
I shaped your smile, you said “thank you,” like you’re grateful
A puppet in my stop-motion show,
Always doin’ what you’re told, never “no.”
I played the strings, you played pretend,
But baby, statues crack, and stories end.
You’re my Clayman
Too easy to break, too boring to mend.

Maybe I should’ve let the kiln burn hot,
Maybe you’d’ve grown a soul, maybe not.
But every kiss felt airbrushed fake,
Like kissing someone I helped create.
Now you’re sitting on a dusty shelf,
A masterpiece that bored itself.
And I laugh, ‘cause I made you that way,
But I’m the fool who stayed to play.

Oh, Clayman,
How’d you make apathy so romantic?
How’d I miss that heart of plastic?
Guess I wanted chaos, not a mannequin.

You’re my Clayman, too safe, too stable,
I built your world, you stayed so… label.
A shadow of a spark I used to know,
Frozen mid-frame in my stop-motion show.
Now I’m gone, you’re stuck mid-bend—
Fade to gray, roll the end.
You’re my Clayman
Too soft to hate, too dull to defend.

So here’s to all the boys who never move,
Perfect on paper, paper through and through.
I need fire, I need flaws, not pretend
Goodbye, Clayman, this is the end.

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