[Verse 1]
[[clean ambient electric guitar picking, low bass hum, sparse reverb]]
You left a hollow, not a bruise,
A silence carved with care.
I filled it with the wreckage
Of who you said was there.
The mirror cracked but stayed upright,
Still held what I became —
A body built from aftermath
And memories I won’t name.
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[Pre-Chorus]
[[synth textures rising, subtle kick drum pulse, strings layering]]
I sang into the silence
Where your shadow used to be.
The roots you said would never grow
Broke through the storm in me.
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[Chorus]
[[explosive full-band entry: distorted guitar strums, powerful drums, layered vocals]]
I bloom like ruins —
Split and scorched and true.
From the bones of what you shattered,
I built something new.
[[guitar lead riff over second half of chorus]]
I rise through fire, bloom through pain,
My roots drink thunder, not the rain.
You left me burned and bruised —
But I bloom like ruins do.
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[Verse 2]
[[pull back to fingerpicked electric guitar, deep toms echo in background]]
Your voice still stains the ceiling cracks,
It haunts without a sound.
I tried to grow in open light —
But only thrived underground.
[[distorted ambient guitar swells behind the last two lines]]
You loved like knives, all edge, no truth.
I wore your cuts like skin.
But pain became my language
When love refused to win.
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[Pre-Chorus]
[[repeat synth/strings swell with slight build in snare]]
I sang into the silence
Where your shadow used to be.
And from the grave you made of me —
I bloomed so violently.
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[Chorus]
[[repeat explosive full-band, guitars heavier, kick drum syncopation]]
I bloom like ruins —
Bent by flame, still whole.
You tried to write my ending,
But I rewrote the role.
[[orchestral strings subtly reinforce the final lines]]
I rise through fire, bloom through pain,
My roots drink thunder, not the rain.
You left me scorched and used —
But I bloom like ruins do.
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[Bridge – vulnerable, calm]
[[drop to acoustic guitar + ambient pad, soft vinyl crackle, string quartet textures]]
If I ever see you again,
I won’t ask what you meant.
I’ll hand you a flower
Grown from my own descent.
Not as surrender, not as plea —
Just proof I made it back from me.
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[Final Chorus – half-voice, emotional]
[[solo piano + whispery strings, soft background harmony builds]]
I bloom like ruins —
Splintered, cracked, and free.
You buried me in silence,
but I bloomed beneath the debris.
[[massive instrumental return for final lines: layered vocals, guitars, drums, and choir harmonies]]
I rise through fire, bloom through pain,
My roots drink thunder, not the rain.
You left me scarred and true —
and I bloom like ruins do.
