Heroes are supposed to save the day, not destroy everything they touch. This raw, emotionally devastating pop punk ballad explores the heartbreaking complexity of loving an alcoholic father – watching your childhood hero crumble while desperately seeking the validation and love he could never give.

From corporate success to personal destruction, this song chronicles the painful journey of realizing that the man who 'took a company booming from zero' couldn't show up to be a father. It's about the confusion of loving someone who sees themselves as a victim while creating victims of their own children.

Written with unflinching honesty about depression, addiction, and the generational trauma that gets passed down like a twisted inheritance. It captures that unique pain of children of addicts – wanting to heal the relationship while protecting yourself from the ongoing damage.

This isn't just a song about addiction; it's about the complicated love that survives even the deepest betrayals, and the hope that maybe, just maybe, we can 'rewrite our family saga' and break the cycle.

A heavy but necessary ballad for anyone who's ever had to parent their parent, or wondered if they were truly loved beyond what they could provide. Therapeutic, cathartic, and painfully real.

When the Cape Fell

от меня отказались, сбежали, будто я зона отчуждения.

Зона отчуждения

snap back quick
get into it

kerosene oil pour a bit
and i like how the flame jump
i told you not to wait up

interstate speed, how i like to leave
and i let them question the key to me
“how do you keep company?”
well i thought i was easy to read

be so seen, and i recoil in it
you catch me staring at the gas pump
told you not to show up
now watch how i leave, how i split

interstate speed, how i like to leave
and i let them question the key to me
“how’s it feel to be free?”
well i thought i was too easy to read

the flashback thick
i can’t admit

kerosene oil pour a bit
(and i like how the flame jump)
strike the match head, now the shit’s lit
(i told you not to wait up)
well i thought i was easy to read
(the flame is the true key to me)

interstate speed, how i  tend to leave
before they stick their knives in me
“how do you keep any company?”
well i thought i was easy to read
i was too easy to read

Key2Me

A soulful rock ballad exploring the profound emptiness left by lost love. Midnight imagery and winter metaphors paint a desolate emotional landscape, while passionate vocals convey the raw pain of abandonment and the struggle to find light in overwhelming darkness.

Created with Suno AI

Lyrics by Kenneth Carlino

Midnight

fyp laced with despair & agony
ts so jason 🥀

🥀5 knights at arkham🥀

https://www.solara.hu/oszinten-anyamrol-apamrol/

She walked out cold
No kiss, no sound
Left a child
On broken ground

No goodbye, no warm embrace
Just a slammed door, and empty space
No scent of her, no loving hands
Just a child who couldn’t understand

She blamed me for the life she wrecked
Said I ruined what she had left
Four years old, alone, confused
Taught me pain I never chose to use

She had a kid
She chose the drink
She never cared
What I might think

She had a life
But turned away
I learned too soon
That moms don’t stay

No bedtime tales, no songs to sing
Just bottles, ashtrays, shattered things
She came and went like winter wind
And left no trace of where she’d been

No photos framed, no birthday cards
Just silence carved into my heart
And every time she spoke my name
It came with guilt and hidden shame

She had a kid
She chose the drink
She never cared
What I might think

She had a life
But turned away
I learned too soon
That moms don’t stay

She left cold, and stayed gone
Told herself she did no wrong
Said I was too much to bear
Like I chose to be left there

Her face a blur, her love was thin
If it was there, it never came in
No hugs, no heat, no looking back
Just blame packed in a paper sack


She had a kid
She chose the drink
She never cared
What I might think

She had a life
But turned away
And I’m still here
But she’s the stray

She walked out cold
No kiss, no sound
Left a child
On broken ground

Honestly about my mother

I wrote this from the ache of wanting to be his little girl — but never quite being enough to capture his heart.He wasn’t my biological father, but he was the only one I knew. Still, no matter how hard I tried, I stayed on the outside.And when I chose to love a woman, I became the black sheep for good.This piece is my truth — the pain of rejection, and the strength of choosing myself anyway. schultzmelissa2025@gmail.com

Daddys Little Girl - The Black Sheep

I wrote The Black Sheep after facing rejection from the one person I thought would love me unconditionally — my father.Not because I failed, but because I chose love… and that love was a woman.This piece carries the ache of being cast out for living my truth — and the quiet strength of standing in it anyway. It’s about losing acceptance but finding freedom - I have no words but if you have experienced the same thing reach out to schultzmelissa2025@gmail.com

The Blacksheep

one of those moments that already feels like a distant memory

i will remember you

even if we say goodbye

Digital Snow (Wrong)

Scared to be alone

A slow, cinematic heartbreak piece driven by violins and a heartbeat-deep 808. The song moves from numb stillness to explosive emotion, capturing the collapse, the longing, and the echoes someone leaves behind.[Ai-generated, however, the emotion behind it and the words spoken, are real.

My Arms Stay Open

Where did all my friends go?

size matters only when referring to meteors & maybe tax refund

тгк - riprrrtracks 

Моя музыка не пропагандирует самоубийство, и наркотики. Не призывает быть разбитыми, и находиться в ужасном состоянии.
Моя музыка - мои мысли.
И я пишу это, лишь чтобы помочь людям которые страдают.

My music doesn't promote suicide or drugs. It does not call to be broken, and to be in terrible condition.
My music is my thoughts.
And I'm writing this just to help people who are suffering.

https://t.me/riprrrtracks

#emo #emorap #emocore #darkrap #alternativehiphop #lofi

Fantáziám megzenésítése, mert nekem azt mondta a chat gp, hogy írjam ki magamból. Hát én kiírom. :)

I don’t want to have a cover made, because I’ll make it myself. I also don’t want to buy Spotify playlist placements, because I’m already in two big ones with tens of thousands of listeners. I don’t want to spend money on promotion either. Please don’t message me about this. You can still message me just to ask who I am — I do like talking! But I’m really tired of all the constant rejection messages. Sorry.

Music, rock, progressive rock, metal, jazz, blues and pop. Almost always AI, and usually my own lyrics.

I never meant to write an album.
I meant to survive.

“The Songs I Never Said” is a collection of everything I kept buried—truths I swallowed, pain I made quiet, love I gave too freely, and the things I should’ve screamed but didn’t. Every track is a piece of the aftermath: the ghosts, the damage, the healing.

These aren’t just songs. They’re confessions.
They’re the words I wrote when no one was listening,
and the feelings I couldn’t say out loud until now.

If you’ve ever loved the wrong person too hard, lost yourself trying to be enough, or sat in the dark wondering what the hell just happened—this is for you.
Because sometimes, silence is just the start of the story.

—Melissa Schultz
Writer of the songs I never said.

Hey! Thanks for stopping by. If you want to chat about music, collabs, or just say hi, drop me a line at:
schultzmelissa2025@gmail.com
Can’t wait to connect! 🎶✨

I express my feelings, emotions and thoughts through my music

It all started with a dog named Eddie — a scruffy little guy kids swore looked like a real-life teddy bear. When he passed in 2020, I brought his spirit back as a 3D bear: playful, honest, and the other half of me.

In A Teddy Named Eddie, we tell true stories from my life through pop punk riffs, alt rock hooks, and early 2000s nostalgia. Sometimes I’m in his world; sometimes he’s in mine. Always cinematic, always full of heart, and always a little magical.

New tracks tagged #abandonment