I'm dead inside
(Intro - Melodic Acoustic Guitar with a dark, moody bass) Yeah. I used to believe in the fairy tale. I used to be that guy. But the lessons? They don’t come cheap. Check it. (Verse 1) I don’t fall in love no more, the door is locked tight The last time I let ‘em in, I couldn’t sleep at night Heartbroken, shattered, yeah, she left me in the rain But looking back now, I’m thankful for the pain She was the professor, I was just a student then Taught me how the world works, taught me ‘bout the men In a world of a hundred, let me break down the math Only ten stay loyal, walking on the lover’s path The other ninety? Yeah, they playing for the win And I’m glad to say I’m finally tucked in— With the ninety players, moving cold, moving fast Used to be the ten, but that version’s in the past. Thanks to her, I see the truth behind the grin Now I know the game, and the life of a woman. (Bridge - Beat drops into a heavy, rhythmic Trap flow) (Rap Segment) Madam, I have seen it by myself, no need for the talk Everything my spiritual woman said is how I walk She warned me ‘bout the shadows, said the vision was true And everything she prophesied is what I’m seeing in you So I said: "Fake lover." If you like, call my phone, yeah, I’m picking up the line That won't stop me from answering, I’m doing just fine But listen close, lady, be careful of the breed Men say they love you just to plant a selfish seed They trying to take something that you don't even know I’m just a mirror now, reflecting the show. (Transition - Music thins out, echoing effect) And then she had the nerve to ask... "Why are you still wasting your card for this problem man?" She looked at me and said, "Chibuike, are you crying? Stop." Then she laughed and said: "Cry well, well, so that blood will come out. I have drugs if you want, for the headache... I don’t care." (Verse 2) Can you imagine? Cold blood in her veins Twenty-four hours later, she’s trying to ease the reins A text on my screen: "Baby, are you still angry? Okay, I’m sorry... can I call you? I promise it won't happen again." Now I’m standing here, looking at the mess she made The lover boy is dead, he’s resting in the shade. (Outro) So what should I do? The ninety don’t look back, we just move to the next. I think I’ll just leave that message on read. Yeah. Ninety percent. Welcome to the cold side. What you should do: The lyrics she sent after treating you so cruelly ("cry until blood comes out") show she is manipulative. She didn't apologize because she's sorry; she apologized because she lost her "problem man" to toy with. Since you are now "among the 90," the best move is to ignore the text. If you reply or take the call, you’re stepping back into the 10% group she already broke. Do you want me to tweak the melody or add a specific chorus to make it catchier?
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(Intro - Melodic Acoustic Guitar with a dark, moody bass) Yeah. I used to believe in the fairy tale. I used to be that guy. But the lessons? They don’t come cheap. Check it. (Verse 1) I don’t fall in love no more, the door is locked tight The last time I let ‘em in, I couldn’t sleep at night Heartbroken, shattered, yeah, she left me in the rain But looking back now, I’m thankful for the pain She was the professor, I was just a student then Taught me how the world works, taught me ‘bout the men In a world of a hundred, let me break down the math Only ten stay loyal, walking on the lover’s path The other ninety? Yeah, they playing for the win And I’m glad to say I’m finally tucked in— With the ninety players, moving cold, moving fast Used to be the ten, but that version’s in the past. Thanks to her, I see the truth behind the grin Now I know the game, and the life of a woman. (Bridge - Beat drops into a heavy, rhythmic Trap flow) (Rap Segment) Madam, I have seen it by myself, no need for the talk Everything my spiritual woman said is how I walk She warned me ‘bout the shadows, said the vision was true And everything she prophesied is what I’m seeing in you So I said: "Fake lover." If you like, call my phone, yeah, I’m picking up the line That won't stop me from answering, I’m doing just fine But listen close, lady, be careful of the breed Men say they love you just to plant a selfish seed They trying to take something that you don't even know I’m just a mirror now, reflecting the show. (Transition - Music thins out, echoing effect) And then she had the nerve to ask... "Why are you still wasting your card for this problem man?" She looked at me and said, "Chibuike, are you crying? Stop." Then she laughed and said: "Cry well, well, so that blood will come out. I have drugs if you want, for the headache... I don’t care." (Verse 2) Can you imagine? Cold blood in her veins Twenty-four hours later, she’s trying to ease the reins A text on my screen: "Baby, are you still angry? Okay, I’m sorry... can I call you? I promise it won't happen again." Now I’m standing here, looking at the mess she made The lover boy is dead, he’s resting in the shade. (Outro) So what should I do? The ninety don’t look back, we just move to the next. I think I’ll just leave that message on read. Yeah. Ninety percent. Welcome to the cold side. What you should do: The lyrics she sent after treating you so cruelly ("cry until blood comes out") show she is manipulative. She didn't apologize because she's sorry; she apologized because she lost her "problem man" to toy with. Since you are now "among the 90," the best move is to ignore the text. If you reply or take the call, you’re stepping back into the 10% group she already broke. Do you want me to tweak the melody or add a specific chorus to make it catchier?