Verse 1
Carved from quiet, set upright,
Given voice and given sight.
“Be good,” they said, “and you will grow,”
But no one told him what that meant to show fuck that shit I already know .
A cricket spoke from somewhere near,
Soft advice he didn’t hear.
“Slow down, think—just take your time,”
But he laughed it off like it was a rhyme.
Pre-Chorus
“Why should I listen?” sharp and thin,
“What do you know of where I’ve been?”
The voice kept close, but he turned away,
Tired of being told to fucking obey.
Chorus
No strings left to pull me back,
No hands to keep me on the track.
Every choice is mine to make—
Every rule I chose to break.
No voice left to say “don’t try,”
No reason left to question why.
If this is real, then let it be—
all this shit is left is up to me.
Verse 2
The room fell still, too still, too fast,
Something small had breathed its last.
Not loud, not wild—just suddenly gone,
Like a note that stopped mid-song.
He stood there frozen, something cracked,
Not in the world—but deeper back.
Where right and wrong were meant to stay,
Something quietly slipped away.
Pre-Chorus
“No one saw,” he tells himself,
Sets the moment on a shelf.
“If it’s gone, then it’s gone for good,”
Like it never meant what it should.
Chorus
No strings left to pull me back,
No voice to fill the quiet black.
Every step feels easier now—
Nothing left to tell me how.
No weight beneath the things I do,
No line I feel I shouldn’t move through.
If this is real, then let it stay—
fuck that voice i don't need to obey.
Bridge
And something shifts—he can’t explain,
Not guilt, not fear, not quite the same.
Just emptiness that settles in
Where something used to pull within.
The world feels wider, colder too,
Like nothing’s telling him what’s true.
And every choice comes sharp and clean—
No in-between, no “should have been.”
Build
Don’t look back… don’t slow down…
Don’t remember… don’t make a sound…
It’s easier… it’s easier…
DROP
No voice—
No guide—
No line—
No side—
Just choice—
Just will—
Just quiet—
…still.
Final Chorus
No strings left to pull me back,
No path, no wrong, no right to track.
Every step is fucking mine alone—
Every silence father I've fully grown.
If this is real, then let it stay,
No one left in my fucking way.
And if something’s missing deep inside-
It’s something I don’t have to keep my splinters Thrive.
Outro
And when they say, “you’ve changed at last,”
He nods like nothing from the past.
No hesitation, no delay—
Exactly how a boy should stay.
But late at night, when all is still,
There’s something quieter than will…
Not a voice.
Not a sound.
Just the absence
…he can’t turn unfound fuck that voice i'm never going to turn around
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