Alone At Prom

The Color Violet

Belki (Akustik)

THE FIRST TIME

NIGHTS LIKE THIS

Timeless

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DIE TRYING

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The dress was itchy, but you liked it white
Told me to twirl, said, “Turn to the light”
I smiled wide with my baby teeth
You clicked the lens while I clenched beneath

Your voice was sweet like sugared tea
“Say you're happy, do it just for me”
I wore the bow, I hid the bruise
Played pretend—I didn’t get to choose

Snap, snap, frozen in a frame
A dollhouse girl in a grown-up game
Behind the lens, your eyes were kind
But your hands kept stealing mine

Called me Joy, but made me swallow pain
Sweet on the outside, soaked in rain
Put on a show, called me your pride
But closed the door when I cried
Wrapped in ribbons, posed and still
Taught to smile while you got your fill
Almond sweet with cracks inside—
You loved the shell
But watched me die

There’s frosting on the birthday cake
But none of it could stop the ache
You kissed my cheek with empty care
Told me to dance while I gasped for air

Laughter loud and colors bright
But every gift came with a bite
You filmed it all in family scenes
But I was rotting in between

Flash, flash, my face goes numb
The crowd claps on, they see no harm
You fed them lies, they fed me sweets
But sugar stings when it's just deceit

Called me Joy, but made me swallow pain
Candied words to hide the stain
Told me love was “looking proud”
Taught me silence kept you allowed
Cameras roll, I spin on cue
Don’t say no, don’t tell the truth
Almond sweet, but I can’t lie—
You broke the girl
And blamed her smile

You said: “Look at you—so pretty still.”
But I bit my tongue so you’d get your thrill
They all said I was lucky to be seen
While you scraped out pieces of my scream

Called me Joy, but made me swallow pain
All your love just left a stain
Puppeteered me in your dream
But now I choke on whipped cream
Smiles cracked, balloons all popped
I played nice, and still it never stopped
Almond sweet, like I’m your toy—
But I’m not yours
And I was never Joy

Almond Joy

كتر خيرهم

TELEPHONE
Black mirror in my hand. Fear in my chest.

This is a dark trap piece about social fear, unread messages, and the ghost in the phone.
Cold. Hypnotic. Minimal. Paranoid.

🎙 Vocals & lyrics: Me
🎛 Self-produced




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Logan Winter Cunningham

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