lyrica anderson (selfish)

Rimrock

Ever had the guy you were dealing with’s ex stalk all of your social media pages and then write hateful messages in the comments to make you look bad when you’re just minding your business trying to heal through art therapy? Just me again?! FUCK…. 

Lyrics:


[Verse 1]
She scrolls my page like rosary beads,
countin’ clicks like prayers, hundred thirty a week, 
obsessive routine, hits my page like a ritual, 
Creating fake accounts has become habitual.

My shadow on IG, comments sharp like knives,
but I never signed a contract to live inside her fight.
I ain’t a thief in the night, flames we couldn’t douse,
while she’s barricadin’ ghosts inside a broken house.

She paints me as the shadow, intruder, a fraud,
but her cracks pre existed, long before she bared her claws.
I never mocked her sorrow, never laughed at her fall,
I was tryin’ to find daylight, honesty in it all.

Now she carves her confession across my canvas and stage,
twistin’ up my verses into fuel for her rage.
But I’m not her villain, I’m not her curse,
I’m a broad who builds light through the weight of my words.

[Hook]
This is my art, not your battleground,
you throw shadows through the screen but you can’t break me down.
Keyboard warrior, wear code in disguise,
but truth don’t bend to the pain in your eyes.

I’m not your enemy, I’m not your fight,
I wish you healing, but I’ll guard my light.
If you come for me, better be ready for war,
Put you on ignore, before I let the beast roar.

[Verse 2 ]
“You snake, homewrecker, laughin’ at my tears,
hid behind poetry, feedin’ on my fears.
He was mine for decades, you slid in late,
now your art’s a weapon, while I suffocate.”

That’s her script on repeat, projection she plays,
but the truth ain’t rewritten by the venom she sprays.
Her pain is authentic, I won’t ever deny,
but it ain’t stitched to my soul, it ain’t truth in my eyes.

I was never his secret, never hid in the dark,
Was always a part of him, I've been here from the start.
Her grief is a storm, but I won’t be her shore,
block after block, she keeps knockin’ at my door.

I’m not laughin’ at her anguish, I’m not buildin’ on her loss,
but I won’t be crucified when this ain’t my fucking cross.
Her house fell silent before my name was inducted,
I’m not the architect of ruins she herself constructed.

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I feel for the wound, but I guard my lane,
empathy ain’t submission, I won’t wear her chains.
Every stalkin’ shadow, every ghost she sends,
just fuels my reminder, this cycle must end.

TikTok watchin’, fake handles at night,
blocklists grow long, but she still wanna fight.
I’m movin’ toward healing, while she circles the flame,
but her storm doesn’t crown me, her fury I won’t claim.

I’m a builder, a healer, a poet with a purpose ,
Curses drip down her lips trying to manifest hearses
I don’t tear down women, I rise with love,
but respect my boundary when enough is enough.

Peace is my weapon, silence my shield,
I’m no villain but the catalyst  for what time should’ve healed.
But cross my line, keep stalkin’, I’ma roar when I speak,
’cause peace ain’t weakness, and my silence ain’t defeat.

[Hook]

[Bridge]
I never wanted secrets, I never craved lies,
I just reached for the sun with unclouded eyes.
Keep your projections, I release what’s not mine,
I am not your shadow, I’m a woman who shines.
I’ll defend my spirit, I’ll defend my art,
but I’ll still wish you healin from the cracks in your heart.
Be smart, Hatin' me wont fix your broken pieces
Accept this chapter has come to completion.

[Hook]

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