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Denying Me 1 by J.A.Y

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Denying Me 1 by J.A.Y - pop-ballad,female vocals music cover art

Denying Me 1

pop-ballad,female vocals

0:003:22
Lyrics
Description
[Verse 1]
In the hush a heavy shadow grows,
Empty rooms keep the quiet close.
Winter air threads through my skin,
Left an echo where I begin.
[Pre-Chorus]
I keep the pieces folded in my hands,
Frozen gestures of old plans.
My heart keeps folding in its sound,
A soft collapse no one surrounds.
[Chorus]
I keep denying me, just drowning in the sea,
A tide of grief no one can see.
Clutching to the girl I used to be,
Holding on, but you’re not here with me.
[Verse 2]
Moonlight spills like weathered sheets,
Fragile lines where memory meets.
I wear my strength like borrowed skin,
You closed your eyes when I needed you to see me.
[Pre-Chorus]
Unheard words hang behind my teeth,
Guilt like weather that won’t leave.
I carry weight that isn’t mine,
Walking rooms that fold my time.
[Chorus]
I keep denying me, just drowning in the sea,
A tide of grief no one can see.
Clutching to the girl I used to be,
Holding on, but you’re not here with me.
[Bridge]
Don’t ask me to be brave today — my ribs are full of unread words,
I wear the quiet like a coat that keeps me from being heard.
I’m trying not to vanish into what the dark demands,
But I keep holding onto maps drawn by old hands.
[Instrumental — soft piano, airy pads, subtle percussion begin to pulse]
[Final Chorus — build with strings and layered harmonies]
I keep denying me, just drowning in the sea,
A tide of grief no one can see.
Clutching to the girl I used to be,
Holding on, but you’re not here with me.
I keep denying me, but the truth still sings,
Cold nights whisper of the smallest things.
I hold that girl like a photograph of light,
And let the edges of me start to fight.
[Outro]
In the quiet, a small voice learns to breathe,
A fragile shape of who I might be.
Though I’m lost in hours that cut like winter trees,
I find a thread — the part of me that’s free.
[Arrangement note]
Tempo: slow–mid (≈68 BPM). Sparse piano in verses, pads in pre-chorus, subtle percussion after 2nd chorus, strings and stacked harmonies for the final chorus.