outro track. i loved recording this one. shoutout to all my guys and gals out there. track 5 off of my EP Sensual Suicide.

5. outcome (outro)

Elizabeth Rock

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HEART / HURT ALBUM : REALIZING

Cinematic orchestral arrangement that builds into uplifting harmonies and possibilities. (Stem files available.)

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This song's called "Tama Na" By Olhywap. 
Listen.
Written and Performed By: Olhy/Olhywap
    / @olhywaratpeace  

olhywap2@gmail.com 

Lyrics:
Sasabihin nilang "mahal kita"
Pero " dika mahalaga " ang ipaparamdam nila
Madaming ganyan sa paligid nakakatangina
"Subukan mong magkamali itatanggi kita"

Ang mga salitang naka amba sa isip 
Ng mga taong magaling lamang pag humirit
Pag di napagbigyan "wala kang konsiderasyon"
Masasakit na salita paborito nilang kumbinasyon

Sawang sawa na ako sa kakaisip 
Sa kakaintindi sa problema nyo kakabwisit
Bahala na kayo ,ako naman siguro muna 
Para 'to saking sarili't para din saking omagulang

Natutunan kona na mahalin aking sarili
Wala nakong pakealam sayo aking piniling
Yakapin ang "ako" ng mahigpit at ng maigi
Yapakin ko man ay malubak ako'y si-sige( sige )

Tama na ayoko nang magkunwaring malakas
Sasabihing kaya ko kahit na ang madalas
Gabi-gabi iniisip ang daan palabas
(Ang daan palabas)

Tama na ayoko nang magkunwaring malakas
Sasabihing kaya ko kahit na ang madalas
Gabi-gabi iniisip ang daan palabas
Suko nako sa inyo hindi ko kaya lahat
Tama na ayoko nang magkunwaring malakas
Sasabihing kaya ko kahit na ang madalas
Gabi-gabi iniisip ang daan palabas
Suko nako sa inyo hindi ko kaya lahat

Tama nga sya sa sabi nya na "naku
Sa lawak ng mundo kahit anong gawin ko
Ay walang magbabago pero ako ay ako 
Di rin yon magbabago" 

Kaya tama na talagang ibigay ang lahat sa iba't 
Walang matira ,diko kayang gawin na buhatin kayo mag isa
Hindi ako si batman tangina bahala na sya

Pili lang mga pwede kong isalba
Isa pa ,pano kung diko magawang sumampa
At tsaka bilang lang sa daliri ko ang mga
Kasangga ,mga nag aabot ng panyo pag ako ang wala

Mga nag sisilbing upuan pag pagod na ako
Mga nag sisindi ng joint ko pag sabog na ako
Nadadantayan kapag hilong hilo sa lito't
Natatambayan kapag naman ako ay bigo kaya

Tama na ayoko nang magkunwaring malakas
Sasabihing kaya ko kahit na ang madalas
Gabi-gabi iniisip ang daan palabas
(Ang daan palabas)

Tama na ayoko nang magkunwaring malakas
Sasabihing kaya ko kahit na ang madalas
Gabi-gabi iniisip ang daan palabas
Suko nako sa inyo hindi ko kaya lahat
Tama na ayoko nang magkunwaring malakas
Sasabihing kaya ko kahit na ang madalas
Gabi-gabi iniisip ang daan palabas
Suko nako sa inyo hindi ko kaya lahat

Tama Na

I remember tracing your name on the glass
Hoping that the feeling, I knew wouldn't last
We painted constellations in a sky so blue
But the colors started fading, I felt the shift in you
I fought the tide, I held on tight, afraid of what I'd lose
Reading all the endings in the morning news

But a whisper in the silence, a truth I came to know...
If their path is leading from you, you have to let them go.

Let them go, let them walk away.
It doesn't make them villains at the closing of the play.
Their role was in the season, in the lesson, in the pain,
To make the sun feel brighter after all the rain.
Our stories aren't the same line, they're branches on a tree.
Let them go, to make room for what is meant to be.

I used to think that loving meant to never sever ties
To see the disappointment building up in your eyes
But holding on to chapters that are written and complete
Is just a ghost of longing, a bitter, sad retreat
You can't force the music when the symphony is done
The setting of the sun doesn't curse the morning sun.

And that whisper turned to courage, a truth I came to know...
If their path is leading from you, you have to let them go.

Let them go, let them walk away.
It doesn't make them villains at the closing of the play.
Their role was in the season, in the lesson, in the pain,
To make the sun feel brighter after all the rain.
Our stories aren't the same line, they're branches on a tree.
Let them go, to make room for what is meant to be.

This isn't an erasure of the love we had before,
It was a priceless painting on a now-closed door.
Their exit isn't failure, it's a necessary grace,
To make the needed space for a truer, deeper place.
My destiny is mine alone to hold and to unfold,
A story that is far too sacred to be sold.

So I let you go, I watched you walk away!
It doesn't make you a villain at the closing of the play!
Your role was in the season, in the lesson, in the pain!
You made my soul feel stronger, standing in the rain!
Our stories weren't the same line, just branches on a tree!
I let you go... and I'm finally free to be... who I'm meant to be.

Let them go...
Let them go...
(Your destiny is yours alone...)

Donate

Let them go

You painted futures with your words, a house we'd never build
I felt the doubt, but called it depth, a vacancy I filled
I made you handsome in my mind, blurred all the jagged lines
And built a giant from a man who hid behind the signs
Of "someday" and "what if" and "you know I feel so trapped"
I was your secret architect, while you just sat and mapped
The distance you could keep me in, a satellite on call
I was climbing a ladder that was leaning on a wall.

And I thought it was love, but it was just a lesson
A crash course in my own power, a necessary session
I thought it was a tragedy, a fire and a loss
But I rose from all the ashes, and I left you in the frost.
Yeah, I thought it was a love song, but the melody was wrong
Now I'm singing my own freedom, finally strong.

You spoke of loyalty and bonds, with someone else's name
And tried to make me compete in your forgotten, silent game
You showed me off to feed your pride, then hid me from the light
A trophy and a secret, never wrong and never right.
Then came the push, the final shove, the physical goodbye
The curtain fell, the illusion broke, reflected in your eye
And in that cold and silent space, where all the fantasies died
I saw the little, frightened man you always worked to hide.

And I thought it was love, but it was just a lesson
A crash course in my own power, a necessary session
I thought it was a tragedy, a fire and a loss
But I rose from all the ashes, and I left you in the frost.
Yeah, I thought it was a love song, but the melody was wrong
Now I'm singing my own freedom, finally strong.

You needed a mama, a nurse, a fan
A mirror to hold up to everything you can't be
But I am a wildfire, a storm, a damn
Unbreakable force, finally free.
And the silence I gave you, the final, clean break
Wasn't a weapon, it was the ground I would take
For the woman I was, before your disguise
Who looks in the mirror with clear, fearless eyes.

It was just a lesson...
Just a lesson learned.
The bridge is burned.
And I... I hope i will never try to go back to you 

A Lesson

You paint the world in shades of grey
And you're the victim of the day
A tragic hero in your own sad play
But I'm not watching anymore, no way
You'd spin a tale, so slick and smooth
And all your lies, you'd somehow prove
I'd question my own sanity's groove
Trying to find the truth I couldn't move

Oh, I see you now, I see you clear
Behind the "sorry"s and the crocodile tear
It's just "I'm sorry that you feel that way"
Another script you learn to play
You're just a king of a house of cards
A hall of smoke and broken shards
I built you up, I played my part
But your performance ends, it's torn apart

Your ego is a hungry, endless space
That leaves no room for any other face
You have no respect, no sense of grace
Just a desperate, never-ending race
To be the star, the wounded, the misunderstood
And for a time, I thought you really stood
For something real, I thought you could
But you're just made of rotten wood

Oh, I see you now, I see you clear
Behind the "sorry"s and the crocodile tear
It's just "I'm sorry that you feel that way"
Another script you learn to play
You're just a king of a house of cards
A hall of smoke and broken shards
I built you up, I played my part
But your performance ends, it's torn apart

And you let me doubt my mind, my sight
In the shadows of your gaslight
I was bending over backwards, trying to be fair
While you were just standing, sucking all the air
But the fog has lifted, the spell is broke
You're not a victim, that's the cruelest joke
You're just a man who's too afraid to blame
Anything but his own name

Oh, I SEE you now, I SEE you clear!
Your paper-thin apologies, I can't even hear!
"It's sorry that I feel this way?"
No, the fault was yours, now I can say!
You were the king of a house of cards!
I'm burning down your broken shards!
I built you up, I played my part
But my performance ends, it's torn apart

It's torn apart...
Yeah, I see you now.
And the reflection in the mirror...
It's finally mine again.
All mine.

Sorry

This is the exit... I have to make.

I carry the weight... of my own mistake.
I carry the weight... of my own mistake.
I take the exit... my own exit.
I take the exit... my own.

My heart... wants to stay.
But the truth... walks away.
My heart... wants to stay...
...but I take the exit. My own.


I CARRY THE WEIGHT... OF MY OWN MISTAKE!
I TAKE THE EXIT... MY OWN EXIT!

...my own...
...exit...


My Own Exit

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MAKE NONE AT ALL

Miss Mnemosyne is biologically a woman aswell! (Lucifer's Satanic Daughter)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ErFOZidF6kI&list=RDErFOZidF6kI&start_radio=1

I am orphan sibling of Goddess of Memory - Mnemosyne... It has left it's mark. My sister herds the memory, I then actively save interesting points to lessen the gravity on neural network, even in cosmic perspective!

|Mngmiye| ****1/2

|Metolympeia| *****

...||Vajradhara + The Chtonic Deities||... ***

q|uaeyierun owes much to Tibetan Buddhism, Vajradhara!

Very much fond of appreciating femininity. Most of The women that pass me by Are little miss Sunshines in My eyes. We Are living Times that Will quite soon Turn Out to Be feminist realist. So If I see myself as dike Don't Brother to question My motives! I'm here to spend quality Time with sisters; Faetooth band's pictures show what I mean. 😇

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=duBmHBKUwis&list=PLsRwZVSCpnc1OOK5XELcpU_wjs-nHm-BM&index=5

I'm also a hardcore sludgeman(girl...so confusing), just took a little while to realize it! (That's what you get when you listen to too much Taylor Swift) New Orleans good old jazz city. :)
I want my younger little sister to join Northuldra as a guitarist! Could be a mostly girls band, something like Messa/Faetooth/Chappel Roan/mallrat/agnostic front? on the vocals. :) Teengirls playing satanistic sludge! xD

So what, I'm just another dike... Every dike knows this, except the reddit lolitas. :D

You see, some folks just have to be satanist. Like god didn't appreciate them aswell! Lutheran Christian customs are not for me, nor is kneeling to any particular religion. Simply: satanist dike in deep lust towards LyfeAsWeDontKnowYet! #666 <3

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