[Verse 1]
Shanna, I trace the lines you left along my skin,
Fine, invisible maps of where we should have been.
You found someone else and left a quiet ache inside my ribs,
A soft, persistent hollow that learns to breathe in fibs.
[Pre-Chorus]
You walked away and silence moved into the room,
My breath gets shorter — a small, stubborn conk of gloom.
The nights tighten like a fist around a thin, loose thread,
And every heartbeat shifts the place the past has bled.
[Chorus]
And it rips — loving you like this, I pick at the seam when I’m alone,
I stitch and pull and watch the edges come undone, bone by bone.
Palms stained with the memory of the way you left, the way you smiled,
Still I whisper you a blessing, even as the tear runs wild.
It rips — a wound I re-open in the dark to feel you once again,
But I still hope you find your peace — even if that peace forgets my name.
[Verse 2]
Midnight is a room where your ghost takes up the light,
I wake with scars that sting at dawn and steady myself to fight.
No blame sits in my chest — just bruises shaped like wanting you,
A catalogue of quiet breaths that learned how to undo.
[Pre-Chorus]
You left for another life, and the ache learned how to grow,
It spreads across my collarbone with every low echo.
Shorter lines now — my voice climbs into the seam,
Pulling toward a chorus where the wound keeps naming me.
[Chorus]
And it rips — loving you like this, I pick at the seam when I’m alone,
I stitch and pull and watch the edges come undone, bone by bone.
Palms stained with the memory of the way you left, the way you smiled,
Still I whisper you a blessing, even as the tear runs wild.
It rips — I breathe and taste the salt that’s come from every night,
Yet I pray you find a harbor, Shanna, that holds you close and right.
[Bridge]
Maybe one day the bleeding stops and my chest learns a quieter song,
Maybe silence will no longer pull the thread and drag me along.
But until then, each quiet room reopens the cut I've sewn inside,
And I keep saying what I always said: be happy, be alive.
[Chorus — Breakdown]
And it rips — loving you like this, I tear the seams to feel you near,
I stitch then pull the thread again until the edges disappear.
It’s a tearing, slow and honest — every breath a pulling wind,
My fingers know the damage, but my heart keeps tending what's been pinned.
It rips — but even bleeding, I hope your nights are softer than mine,
I send you every quiet blessing, Shanna, go and find your light.
[Outro]
I stitch a little less each morning, I let some of the thread fall free,
I keep a pocket of forgiveness where your picture used to be.
Shanna, I send you love, a fragile map to guide you home,
And though the wound remembers you, I’ll learn to breathe alone.
[Production Note]
Tempo: mid-tempo emotional pop. Verses sparse — intimate acoustic guitar or piano and breathy lead vocal.
Build into chorus with layered percussion, swelling strings, and backing harmonies for an emotional breakdown.
Keep the lead
