We all lost something in the chase for more—
Men stopped building, women started keeping score.
She wants a king but forgets to pray,
He wants a queen but won’t lead the way.
We trade peace for pride, lust for love,
Scrolling for likes instead of looking above.
Everybody claiming “I’m real,” with no proof
Wearing hurt like fashion, scared of the truth.
He calls it game, she calls it guard,
Two broken hearts ignoring our God.
We all want loyalty, but can’t stay still,
Talking ’bout forever with a half-healed will.
Shame ain’t in falling, it’s refusing to rise
Mistaking attention for love in disguise.
We build whole brands off the pain we feel,
Then blame the mirror for what gets revealed.
I've seen queens lose thrones for clout,
Kings stay silent while the world calls ’em out.
We're all guilty—different sins, same stage,
Scrolling our souls through a digital rage.
But I still believe in what truth can mend,
That real hearts break, but they still transcend.
So I’ll keep my peace though the world pretend
Because shame ain’t the end…
It’s where we should begin.
Nov 10, 2025
Nov 10, 2025 at 11:26 AM UTC
We all lost something in the chase for more—
Men stopped building, women started keeping score.
She wants a king but forgets to pray,
He wants a queen but won’t lead the way.
We trade peace for pride, lust for love,
Scrolling for likes instead of looking above.
Everybody claiming “I’m real,” with no proof
Wearing hurt like fashion, scared of the truth.
He calls it game, she calls it guard,
Two broken hearts ignoring our God.
We all want loyalty, but can’t stay still,
Talking ’bout forever with a half-healed will.
Shame ain’t in falling, it’s refusing to rise
Mistaking attention for love in disguise.
We build whole brands off the pain we feel,
Then blame the mirror for what gets revealed.
I've seen queens lose thrones for clout,
Kings stay silent while the world calls ’em out.
We're all guilty—different sins, same stage,
Scrolling our souls through a digital rage.
But I still believe in what truth can mend,
That real hearts break, but they still transcend.
So I’ll keep my peace though the world pretend
Because shame ain’t the end…
It’s where we should begin.
We need to bring Shame back.
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