Ghost Notes

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[Verse 1]

I was printed on a borrowed line,
Serial love in a barcode spine.
They told me pain was just a phase,
But it lingers here in data haze.

Streetlights melt on window glass,
Ghost reflections, faces that pass.
Every smile’s a counterfeit brand,
But your touch—unscanned.

[Pre-Chorus]

How many lives must I recall
Before I know which one was mine at all?
Your voice—compressed, then gone,
Still loops when the night comes on.

[Chorus]

Paper heart—creased and torn,
Folds of love that were never born.
If you light the match, I’ll fade—
Just ashes of a life remade.

Paper heart—in the rain,
Bleeding ink that spells your name.
If I burn, at least I’ll know—
What it means to let you go.

[Verse 2]

The static hums our memory’s hymn,
I mouth the words though the lights grow dim.
They sold me peace in plastic sleep,
But I dream where the secrets seep.

A ghost can only fall so far,
Before it learns what memories are.
And I am just the proof they keep—
A copy meant to feel too deep.

[Bridge]

“Love is obsolete,” they say.
“It’s an error in the code.”
But errors are the only things I know.

I trace your name across the glow,
A pattern no repair can show.
If love’s the glitch that breaks the chain,
Then let the system crash again.

[Final Chorus / Outro]

Paper heart—creased and torn,
Still beating where I was born.
If this fire forgets my face,
At least I burned with some grace.

Paper Heart

A track built around the idea of swinging back at everything dark that tried to hold you down. Sharp rhythm hitting like a blade cutting through smoke. A female vocal that sounds sweet on the surface but carries that quiet danger underneath. The hook lands heavy and the beat keeps driving like a heartbeat in a fight. This is striking the devil down with style. Turn it up and feel the hit.

Strike Him Down

Echo of You

Heartbeat skipping like a scratched CD…
Can’t stop it… can’t calm it…
Thoughts circling like they’re hunting me…

I feel the pressure crawling up my throat again,
Like every word I swallowed wants to pour out where it’s been.
Hands shaking, mind pacing, breathing out of sync,
I try to quiet down but my heartbeat doesn’t blink.

Raised in a house where silence meant “watch out,”
So now every quiet moment feels like something to doubt.
My chest gets tight, and the walls get thin,
Panic running circles underneath my skin.

Thoughts crash fast, no brakes on the track,
Every memory hits like it wants to attack.
I try to stand still but the floor starts to tilt,
My body keeps reacting to a world I didn’t build.

Feel it rising… feel it flood…
No escape… it’s in my blood…

“Words spill like bullets, can’t hold them back.”
My panic mouth fires every fear I lack.
“Shaking through my chest, everything too loud.”
I’m drowning in thoughts I never said out loud.

“Words spill like bullets, hit me where it hurts.”
Can’t cage the feelings, they burst and blur.
“Panic in my voice, chaos pouring out.”
I break every time I open my mouth.

Yeah, I talk too fast ’cause my brain won’t slow,
Every thought’s a lightning strike looking for somewhere to go.
Therapist says “breathe,” but the breath gets stuck,
Feels like fear’s got my lungs wrapped tight in a clutch.

Every argument I start is just a reflex shake,
A reaction to the echoes that I can’t unmake.
People think I’m overthinking for the thrill of the chase—
But panic’s not a habit, it’s a survival place.

I’m scared of the silence, scared of the wait,
Scared of what memories might detonate.
Every loud room feels like drowning in sound,
Every quiet one feels like danger inbound.

Feel it rising… feel it roar…
No calm… not anymore…

“Words spill like bullets, can’t hold them back.”
Every fear fires fast when I feel attacked.
“Shaking through my chest, everything too loud.”
I choke on the thoughts I never said out loud.

“Words spill like bullets, hit me where it hurts.”
My panic mouth speaks before my brain converts.
“Panic in my voice, chaos pouring out.”
I break every time I open my mouth.

Breath on the edge…
Heart in a cage…
Mind full of storms…
Body on stage…

Voices collide…
No place to hide…
Panic inside…
Won’t subside…

“Words spill like bullets, can’t hold them back.”
I’m trying to breathe but I’m under attack.
“Shaking through my chest, everything too loud.”
I’m drowning in thoughts I never said out loud.

“Words spill like bullets, hit me where it hurts.”
This panic mouth speaks before I rehearse.
“Fear in my throat, chaos pouring out.”
I break every time
I open my mouth.

PANIC MOUTH

The shadows tug at every chain I drag,
Old monsters echo names I used to have.
They whisper, “No joy for the ones who’ve sinned,
No love for the lost without a place to begin.”
They call me insane for saying I’ll be okay—
But they don’t know the secret I keep tucked away…

’Cause all I need are pink shoes and salo
To quiet their darkness, to soften their shadow.
Pink shoes and salo to put out their flames—
Strange little weapons, but powerful things.
Salty tears and salo go hand in hand,
But slip on the shoes… and you rise, and you dance.

Foolish, I thought my storms had passed—
Demons defeated, confessions cast.
I thought I knew the map of my pain,
But it’s just that old, familiar deeepre-e-e-e-e-shon again.
Still, there’s something small that keeps me brave—
A ritual soft as the prayers I’ve made…

All I need are pink shoes and salo
To quiet their darkness, to soften their shadow.
Pink shoes and salo to put out their flames—
Let them burn wild, I’ll still remain.
Salty tears and salo go hand in hand,
But lace up the shoes… and go out and dance.

Silence is sacred in the heart’s small battle,
So hush the world’s noise, let your heartbeat rattle.
Smile through the ache they’ll never understand—
Salo for strength, tears to cleanse,
And when you’ve got your pink shoes in hand,
Step into the light… and dance again.

What they don’t know is—
All I need are pink shoes and salo
To extinguish their dark flames.
Pink shoes and salo
To quiet their shadows…
To burn back their shame.

Until my angel returns someday,
I’ll dance in my pink shoes through the smoke and the grey.
And when they ask how I survived the blaze—
I’ll smile, because the truth still remains:

All I need are pink shoes and salo
To put out their fires, to soften their shadows.
Pink shoes and salo—and somehow I stay.
Strange little talismans lighting my way.
Salty tears and courage go hand in hand—
So I tighten the laces…
and rise…
and dance.


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