KING SLEEZY "STILL HERE"

🎤 Title: “Still Here” [Hook] I gave my all, now I’m left with a ghost, Heart full of ashes, love hurt the most. Tears in the silence, fights with the mirror, Lost in the dark, but I’m still here — clearer. You broke me down, but I bend, I don’t break, Stitched up the wounds that you helped create. Pain made me real, now I see it sincere, Love ain't always kind… but I’m still here. [Verse 1] Woke up to echoes of you in my chest, Every beat’s a battle, no moment to rest. Used to paint dreams with the stroke of your name, Now it’s just rain when I picture your face. Told me forever, then vanished like smoke, Left me with questions and words we don’t spoke. Torn between hating and hoping you care, Shouting in silence, but you’re never there. I tried to forgive you, tried to forget, But love leaves a scar like unpaid debt. I wrestle my demons, I lie to my pride, Smile in the mirror, but broken inside. This heart’s a soldier, it’s walked through the fire, Each scar a verse in this poem of desire. Yeah, I’m cracked but I’m not erased, There’s power in pain when you face what you faced. [Verse 2] I stayed when it hurt, you left when it rained, I carried the love, you carried the pain. You taught me to feel, then vanished like smoke, Now all that we had just lives in a joke. You smiled while I bled, you danced while I drowned, Built castles in sky, then burned ‘em to ground. You whispered forever, I shouted your name, Now echoes remind me we’re not still the same. I sleep with the guilt, I wake with the war, A heart full of hurt you chose to ignore. I gave you the truth, you gave me the spin, You played like we lost, but I knew we could win. I begged for your time, you asked for my peace, You wanted escape, I needed release. Now love is a wound that never feels right, But somehow I’m breathing alone every night. [Verse 3] I walk through the ruins of what we became, Still tracing your name in the lines of my pain. The silence is loud when the memories speak, I search for your love in the cracks of the weak. I watered your world while mine stayed dry, Gave you my wings just to fall from the sky. But truth has a rhythm, it hums in the scars, A symphony born from the dust of the stars. Now I don’t chase ghosts or beg for a sign, I’m learning to live on a fault line of time. The mirror still trembles, but I see me clear, The boy who broke down is no longer here. I gathered my pieces with hands made of flame.