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Therapy (Prod. Larce Blake- Arniticus-Eli Moon-Niko)

LETS GET MARRIED / THE SEQUENCE EDIT

This is ai voice cloned. The original demo is written and recorded by Caleb Cruise

Produced by Mo Bayoumi & 48glo

PARTYNEXTDOOR - New Man (Unreleased 2025)

Mending Minds is Lyra Noel’s journey through healing, self-reflection, and reclaiming her emotional power. This album blends smooth trap-R&B beats with confessional lyrics that explore mental health, emotional growth, and the struggles of processing pain while trying to move forward.
It’s thoughtful, vulnerable, and empowering — a soundtrack for anyone working to piece themselves back together while keeping their heart intact.

Healing looks good on me

Vegas

This room was supposed to hold me together,
But the walls feel thin like they’re barely hanging on.
Every whisper I think stays quiet
Ends up folding through the corners before long.
The ceiling sinks a little when I’m hurting,
Like it can feel the weight I’m waking up with.
Even my breath sounds loud in the silence,
Like the whole room’s listening for the shift.

And every night the walls tremble
Like they know I’m not alright.
Paper can’t hold everything—
Some things tear just from the light.

This paper bedroom
Can’t handle the storms in my chest.
Every time I break a little,
I swear it folds under the stress.
The wallpaper curls at the edges,
Like it’s tired of what I keep inside.
This paper bedroom knows my secrets—
And it knows how hard I try.

I sit on the bed and hear it rustle,
Like the mattress is made of thin, fragile fears.
It crinkles with every move I make,
Like it’s recording every hidden tear.
I’ve patched the weak spots a hundred times,
But the corners still split when I breathe too deep.
Feels like the room is aging with me,
Carrying things I never meant to keep.

And these walls bend inward slowly,
Like they’re trying to hold me close.
But paper can’t protect a heart
From the damage it knows the most.

This paper bedroom
Can’t handle the storms in my chest.
Every time I break a little,
I swear it folds under the stress.
The wallpaper curls at the edges,
Like it’s tired of what I keep inside.
This paper bedroom knows my secrets—
And it knows how hard I try.

Maybe it’s not the walls that weaken,
Maybe it’s the weight I never let go.
Maybe rooms aren’t meant to carry
The things I’m scared to show.
But still I sleep beneath a ceiling
Ready to cave at any sign—
A fragile room for a fragile heart,
Both hoping they’ll hold this time.

This paper bedroom
Can’t handle the storms in my chest.
Every time I break a little,
I swear it folds under the stress.
The wallpaper curls at the edges,
Like it’s tired of what I keep inside.
This paper bedroom knows my secrets—
And it knows how hard I try.

And in the quiet before morning,
When the whole house feels still and numb—
I wonder if this paper bedroom
Will last,
Or finally
Come undone.

Broke with time

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cece 🤎

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