[Intro — Spoken, soft reverb]
Yeah
Siyama — this one’s been sleeping in my chest since we were kids
Listen
[Verse 1 — Narrative, steady cadence]
We split a mango outside Mrs. Khan's stall, sticky palms and sun in our hair,
You braided daisies crooked, swore they looked better that way — I kept one in my prayer.
We raced bikes down Elm and dared the rain to catch us, laughing like it couldn't win,
You left a freckle by your left eyebrow that I still trace when the room goes dim.
Homework folded into paper boats, we set them sailing down the gutter's song,
You hummed the chorus wrong and it became the line I hum along.
You showed me how to steady breaths, how to hide a bruise with a joke,
I kept my vows in pockets — quiet promises I never spoke.
[Pre-Chorus — building, melodic]
My mouth rehearses valentines, then freezes when I see you near,
Every joke I planned unravels, every brave line disappears.
Heart's a clock that skips a second whenever your shadow slides, it's true —
If love is risk, I'm bankrupt in courage, but rich in wanting you.
[Chorus — wide, melodic, layered harmonies]
Siyama, don't let this be the silence — take my clumsy vow and make it right,
Hold my quiet like it's sacred, turn my fumbling into light.
Siyama, stay with me through winter and through June's golden fight,
If forever's just a rumor, swear with me we'll make it into life.
[Verse 2 — punchy, rhythmic, syncopated bars]
I keep receipts of our small wars — scraped knees, playground alibis,
You signed my name on the inside of a notebook where my courage hides.
I've grown into a thousand versions, but the blueprint's still your face,
Loyal like a heartbeat under armor — slow, steady, endless pace.
I've learned to trade the perfect line for truth that folds and bends,
No hollow promises in my pocket — just mornings I want to spend.
When the city lights get noisy, your voice cuts through like glass,
I plan my life in little edits — page by page, with you at last.
[Pre-Chorus — intimate]
I practice saying 'mari' — clumsy, with trembling tongue,
Picture us on cheap chairs, coffee cold, a story still unsung.
If silence is a lock, these words are keys I hide in plain view,
Open slow, Siyama, I am nervous but I'm true.
[Chorus — fuller, more harmonies, autotuned layers]
Siyama, don't let this be the silence — take my clumsy vow and make it right,
Hold my quiet like it's sacred, turn my fumbling into light.
Siyama, stay with me through winter and through June's golden fight,
If forever's just a rumor, swear with me we'll make it into life.
[Bridge — cinematic confession, vulnerable climax]
Picture the oak by the canal — the bench with peeling paint where we used to hide,
My knees hit gravel, palms sweat cold, a cheap ring caught my breath and lied.
I say your name until the river answers back in echo and in hope,
Trembling like a prayer, I let my papers fall — no more lines to slope.
I tell you all the ways I'm scared: of failing you, of losing time,
But I name the thing I怕
