never again - madison beer ( sour times demo )

Things We Do For Love

Confession

Love Myself (reworked)

CUT THE STRINGS

Cut The Strings

All I Ever Had Was You

Cool

The Pain Inside

Home Is A Lonely Place

Mama taught me silence before I could cry,
How to keep small when the thunder rolled by.
Her love came heavy, sweet and rough,
And I learned early that enough ain’t enough.
They said a girl should fade like dusk —
Soft on the eyes, quiet with trust.

Yeah, I got the Invisible Girl Blues,
Learned how to vanish just to get through.
Still I rise with the wind’s slow sigh,
Still I breathe, just to stay alive.
Yeah, I got the Invisible Girl Blues.

Dinner plates shining, voices tight,
I learned how to fold myself at night.
Chairs scrape slow, the air don’t move,
The rhythm of shame’s a hardened groove.
And all that weight, it don’t belong —
But I’ve been carrying it too long.

Yeah, I got the Invisible Girl Blues,
Born in the quiet I couldn’t refuse.
Still I rise with the wind’s slow sigh,
Still I breathe beneath the sky.
Yeah, I got the Invisible Girl Blues.

Somewhere between the ribs and spine,
Lives a whisper that won’t align.
A hollow temple, a steady beat,
A ghost that hums beneath the heat.
And I, the echo dressed in skin,
Keep on living where I’ve been.

Yeah, I got the Invisible Girl Blues,
I shine like sorrow in the dew.
Still I rise with the wind’s slow sigh,
Still I breathe, and the world walks by.
Yeah, I got the Invisible Girl Blues.

Invisible Girl Blues

A raw street anthem fused with smoky jazz and soulful R&B. Streets Paint Me Black paints the struggle with heavy bars, haunting saxophone melodies, and a hook that cuts through the darkness. Gritty, cinematic, and unapologetically real — this is the sound of the block at night.

Streets Paint Me Black

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