"Once Again" (Song Lyrics – Acoustic/Electric Ballad)

Genre: Dark Indie Pop / Alt R&B
Tempo: Slow and brooding (65–70 bpm)
Style: Think Billie Eilish, Amy Winehouse, or BANKS


Once again

🎵 Verse 1
I fell right through—like glass in rain
You pulled my tears straight from the vein
You found me lost, not looking to feel
Then tore through my soul like I wasn’t real

🎵 Verse 2
Told me your truth with that crooked smile
Like stars in a cloud, you watched me awhile
Twisted me up like I was no good
Then laced your blood where my heartbeat stood


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🎵 🖤 Chorus
You said you loved me, gave me your name
Took my heart, played your little game
Left me empty the moment I cried
Now I’m a ghost and you don’t even try
Can’t text, can’t speak, can’t face the pain
You leave me wrecked...
Once again


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🎵 Verse 3
You cast your words like broken spells
Made my heaven feel like hell
Spun your lies with sugar and charm
Then dropped me cold without alarm


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🎵 🖤 Chorus
You said you loved me, gave me your name
Took my heart, played your little game
Left me hollow the second I bled
Now I’m alone, and you act like I’m dead
No calls, no care, no time to explain
Just vanish and **** me...
Once again


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🎵 ⚡️ Bridge (Spoken-style or whispered)
Take your *******
Your pretty spin
Your tangled lines
That reeled me in
Throw them out
Like you did my mind
I'm not your toy
I'm not that blind


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🎵 Final Chorus (Stripped and Haunting)
You said you’d stay, but love was pretend
Now I’ve been broken…
Once again
Just silence where your voice should’ve been
You leave me breathless...
Once again

In the warmth of a Midsummer's day
He found himself shrouded by darkness
No ray of sunshine seemed to pierce
Irony of which he hated to say

His demons were fighting for display
For years he ran, ignoring his brokenness
Breaking points came and went
All of which bore a cost he didn't want to pay

Problems compounded, as did his fierceness decay
All he wanted was empathy and grace
Time would heal he believed
His old wounds rotting, never healing

If only he could come to terms with his own insecurities
He picked the scabs that needed care
In the Midsummer's heat, the cost became clear
No one could decide his path, nor were miracles his key

Should he turn around and face the sun
Would the war be won
No crusade concludes with retreat
Confrontation was his need

Not by knife or gun ablaze
But by actions, acknowledgement, belief
What more could he say?
Would answers come by asking another?

A fool's folly, facetious belief
His upbringing was not his burden
And his reactions were not excuses
As other's actions were their own

It is with hope he comes to terms
Accepting what has come and gone
For then true growth begins
A cautious hope came again

It was on this Midsummer's day
The boy became a man
With acceptance, his demons stayed
What was more was his change

Maybe then a ray of sun
Could evolve into healing heat
Comfortably warming this newborn man
Instead of scorching the neck of the son

In the quiet of the night,
I think of us, once so right.
Plans we made, dreams we drew,
A love cut short too soon, too true.

If I could go and try once more,
I'd love you better than before.
You’re gone, and though it breaks me still,
I can't blame you—you had to and you made your will.

It hurt to lose you, made me see,
The flaws too huge for your capacity, that lived inside of me.
Now I’m ready for love that’s true,
But all I want is still just you.

Maybe you came to show the way,
To help me grow, then drift away.
You changed my heart, then had to part,
But you'll forever own a part.

I am holding a love
with no destination.
It floods me without warning,
fills me with purpose,
With all the fire of arrival, and nothing waiting on the other side.

No, he is not
waiting at the gate.
He’s nowhere.
And this love,
it’s too vast for my body,
too loud for sleep,
too loyal
to walk away.

This grief,
this relentless, boundless
love was meant to land
in his heart.
Always.
Instead it circles inside me,
wings beating
against bone,
a bird
that can’t find
a place to perch.

I can’t destroy it.
I won’t.
It’s the last thing I have
that still knows
his shape.

But it’s heavy.
It trembles.
It begs for release.
And I am breaking
under the weight
of what cannot be given.

When you were mine

He stands so tall, yet leaves me small,
Hears nothing—but he captures all.
So brave and strong, yet fears to stay,
So sweet—then swiftly slips away.

He offers little, takes a lot,
He loves me gently—leaves a knot.
He seems so kind, then cuts me short,
Builds me up, then breaks support.

He gives the world in whispered spell,
Then pulls the ground—as if I fell.
It’s not the journey, nor the end,
But thrill and chase that he defends.

While I seek depth, a soul so true,
He keeps his grip and keeps askew.
He holds me close, then turns to flee—
And still, I fall so hopelessly.

So now, I let the dance unfold,
Release the need to grip or hold.
I won’t predict, I won’t demand,
Just taste the warmth inside his hand.

I’ll take him as he truly is—
Unfolded, flawed, yet full of bliss.
Enjoy the moments that we share,
And let him go without despair.

For though he may not stay as mine,
The time we have will still align.
And in those sparks, however brief—
I’ll find enough to soothe my grief.