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A soft confession of what it means to be truly seen.
“You Make Me Feel” is not just about love —
it’s about finding calm in someone’s presence.
Gentle. Intimate. Honest.

You Make Me Feel

“Love on Mute” is a dreamy synthpop confession wrapped in shimmering synths, soft beats, and haunting vocals. It’s a song about holding back words, quiet heartache, and the feeling of loving someone in silence. Perfect for late-night playlists, introspective moments, and neon-lit heartbreaks.

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Love On Mute

Loomin' in the corner, thoughts tangled in the air
Fingers trace the silence, you're the answer to my prayer
When the night gets colder, your warmth is everywhere
A fortress in the chaos, I know you truly care

When the world gets loud, you quiet the storm
Holdin' me together, you keep me warm

Stay close, don't let me fall apart
Your love's the rhythm, my beating part
Stay close, you're my solid ground
With you, my silence makes a sound

Tides crash wild, but you anchor me down
Lost in the noise, you're the calm I've found
Your voice cuts through, a melody profound
The only truth when the lies come around

Stay close, don't let me fall apart
Your love's the rhythm, my beating part
Stay close, you're my solid ground
With you, my silence makes a sound

Every scar I carry, you make it light
Every wrong turn fades when you're in sight
Your love, a compass in the endless night
You keep me steady, you make it right

text/music: Daimalra © 2025

Don't Let Me Fall Apart

This lyric paints a visceral portrait of heartbreak and displacement, where the coldness of the cityscape mirrors the emotional desolation within. The narrator, freezing and adrift in a hellish urban environment of soaring rents and indifferent landlords, directly ties their personal homelessness to a systemic one, where people are "being fleeced-in." This external crisis frames the internal one, as the physical chill of the night parallels the emotional freeze-out from a former lover, Martha, who lives comfortably "down the river," seemingly untouched by the same struggles.

The core of the pain is crystallized in the recurring chorus, which serves as a bittersweet anchor to a lost past. The memories of shared fires, makeshift homes, and beloved friends are abruptly undercut by the brutal reveal of "desertion" and "cheating." This refrain structures the narrative, each return emphasizing how the warmth of that communal past has been irrevocably poisoned by betrayal, making the present isolation even more acute.

The final verses sharpen the focus on the asymmetrical fallout of the relationship. The narrator is left hunting through sidewalks, marked by a public slap ("the scene of the crime"), while Martha is observed moving on, insulated by privilege on Park Street and humming a new tune with a "clown." The piece ends not with reconciliation, but with the enduring, churning energy of unforgiveness, linking the personal injustice to the broader economic one, where the narrators are left out in the cold—both literally and figuratively—by those who have moved on unscathed.

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