Copy of Where is My Honor

This song is for brokenhearted 💔 
Don’t worry, the right one is waiting for you. 
Lyrics 
I see you smile in someone else’s arms
While I’m stuck here with a shattered heart
You walked away like it meant nothing at all
But I’m still holding on, afraid to fall

I wish I could forget the way you held me
But every memory still won’t set me free

I’m happy for you, even if it breaks me
You found your light, while I’m still drowning
I try to let go, but my soul still prays
That maybe you’ll come back to me someday
It’s not easy to move on
When my heart still wants your heart so strong
And I’m left chasing love
Like a fading star above

Your voice still echoes in my silent nights
I close my eyes just to feel you by my side
I keep pretending I’m okay alone
But it’s killing me how much I miss you more

You’re laughing now while I’m still falling
Your goodbye is the wound that keeps on calling

I’m happy for you, even if it breaks me
You found your light, while I’m still drowning
I try to let go, but my soul still prays
That maybe you’ll come back to me someday
It’s not easy to move on
When my heart still wants your heart so strong
And I’m left chasing love
Like a fading star above

I’m happy for you, though I cry in the dark
You found a new flame, and I’m falling apart
I try to let go, but I can’t pretend
That I don’t wish we’d find our way again
It’s not easy to move on
When my heart still calls your name in every song
And I’m left chasing love
Like a fading star above…

Fading Star

Sādomasochistic

A poetic ballad about love that stops time. Between fading city lights and raindrops on the window, two souls hold on to each other, lost in the light of their connection.

Lost in your light

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Запусти — и лечи мной ритм (chill)

Nova Bleu – After Hours
After Hours is Nova Bleu’s invitation to her listeners to step into her world — a place of rhythm, emotion, and energy that resonates with her true fans. This EP blends playful grooves, catchy hooks, and smooth vocals that celebrate freedom, movement, and self-expression. From the confident opener On the Floor to the memorable closer All Night Long, each track is crafted to connect with listeners on a personal level, giving them moments to dance, vibe, and feel alive — all while staying true to Nova Bleu’s unique sound.

Don’t Stop Now

Pretty Meets Gritty

Don’t Taste the Same

Enters from York Castle

Deaths Kockin

Where is My Honor

hmm…
They called me whore, they called me wild,
but I was only ever holy.

They dressed me in their scripture,
before I could even read.
Called me cursed, called me dangerous,
planted shame—like a seed.

Watched my mother bow and break,
learned her silence, learned her ache.
But I took her ashes—
and mixed them into paint.
paint, paint, paint…

Every scarlet letter—just a stitch in my flag.
Every chain they tried to fasten—now a thread in my rag.
Hear me now.

I wear their shame—like a crown of scarlet fire.
(turn their whispers)
into my choir.
I am not the beast they built in their psalms—
I’m the priestess—walking out of their walls.
Passion is power.
Love is my rite.
I bow to no throne—
but the gods—and my own life.

From girlhood’s quiet corners,
to streets they told me to fear—
they called me temptress, rebel,
they tried to make me disappear.
But I kissed my shadow,
till it bloomed into light.
An alchemist of sorrow,
I turned shame into sight.

Every scarlet letter—just a stitch in my flag.
Every chain they tried to fasten—now a thread in my rag.
a thread in my rag…

I wear their shame—like a crown of scarlet fire!
Turn their whispers—into my choir!
I am not the beast they built in their psalms—
I’m the priestess—walking out of their walls!
Passion is power,
Love is my rite!
I bow to no throne—
but the gods and my own life!

Call me Whore!
Call me Witch!
You’ll hear me singing!
Call me Lost!
Call me Cursed!
You’ll see me winning!
We’re the daughters of your warnings,
the prayers you can’t erase—
We’re the fire in your story,
and we’re not afraid of flames.

We wear their shame—like crowns of scarlet fire!
Turn their whispers—into our choir!
We are not the beasts—they built in their psalms—
We’re the priestesses—walking out of their walls!
Passion is power!
Love is our rite!
We bow to no throne—
but the gods—and our own life!

We kiss the shadow…
we crown the night…
Alchemists of shame—
turning curse into light.
into light… into light…

Scarlet Fire

A quiet record about loud times — tracing one journey through online crowds, lost empires, and small acts of grace. Spoken, sung, and sometimes whispered, it asks what remains when the noise fades.

INNERSHIFT

DimlatDJ

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