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Can I Have Your Heart

Tears Behind Closed Doors is Lyra Noel revealing the emotions she hides from the world — the silent breakdowns, late-night fears, and masked pain that never gets seen. With haunting trap-R&B production and deeply personal lyrics, this album captures the raw honesty of suffering in silence.
It’s vulnerable, cathartic, and heartbreakingly real — a voice for everyone who cries when the lights are off and the world isn’t looking.

“Flooded Sheets”

The Glow of Christmas (Instrumental)

Silent Night (Instrumental)

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"You just another number,
We counting on that."
I said, "Didn't your mother tell you
We don't talk to each other like that?
We sisters and brothers,
All made of the same earth,
Same species, same habitat—
Tell me what other species numbers each other?
You ever heard of that?"

Always talking money, money, money,
Get it, stack it, count it—then what?
I'd really like y'all to think a little smarter,
Not harder, it ain't complicated,
Don't even need a degree from Harvard,
In fact might make it worse—
The more intellectual, the more divorced
From the actual, the practical,
The theories lived, not rehearsed
In equations printed and revised every year.
Last year's text holds no worth,
Already moving to the next edition, you can count on it—
Fixed a few typos, updated some references,
Changed the cover, that's about it.

Just another number,
You can count on that,
Costing us a fortune just to keep up—
Whatever it added, it ain't giving it back.
That's the thing with numbers:
The more you have, the less they're worth,
Carving the whole into fractions,
Selling you back a quarter of your own worth.

They need you numbered to be counted,
Counted to be contained,
Now you are content to be sold,
Sold stripped of your name—
Marked down from a soul
 to a digit on a spreadsheet,
From an entire person 
To a fragment of a body,
Reduced to what you owe and what you hold— 
Their definition of equality.

But when we connect, we do the reverse—
We sisters and brothers,
All made of the same earth,
Same species, same habitat,
Ain't no other world. This is it.
Might as well settle in—
What we racing towards?

What You Worth?

Ten Magiczny Czas

Magia Świąt

Lyra Noel turns heartbreak, loyalty, and late-night thoughts into Trap R&B confessionals that hit hard and heal slow. Blending the smooth soul of H.E.R. with the edge of Tink and Coco Jones, Lyra’s voice carries the weight of real love stories—unfiltered, unapologetic, and Black woman raw. Every track feels like a diary entry with bass, a reminder that vulnerability can still have bite.

Welcome to her world—where truth sounds like rhythm and pain turns into power. 🎙️💔

“Flooded Sheets”

Lyra Noel

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