I used to sit with lips sewn tight,
A quiet storm, a dying light.
You called me soft, a passing breeze-
Now watch me bring you to your knees.

I counted cracks inside my head,
While you forgot the words I said.
I broke in silence, nice and sweet-
But now I'm fire wrapped in heat.

I overthought, rewrote the script,
I let your name burn on my lips.
You made me a ghost, but gave her claws,
And now she's coming just because