Cut Throat, Not Heartless

[ Lyrics ]

Sharp edges, not cold soul.

Not heartless… no, not heartless.

They say I changed — like it’s a crime,
Like soft was truth and hard’s a lie.
I smile less, speak slow, hold the line,
So they paint me cruel in their little shrine.
But I don’t curse your name in the dark,
Don’t dig for dirt just to leave you scarred.
I just don’t hand out keys to my heart
Like you’re all entitled to what we are.

I remember the calls I let slide,
The ones I answered with tears I tried to hide.
Now my silence speaks, and it’s crystal clear:
I protect my peace — that’s not fear.

Cut throat, not heartless — that’s the truth I own.
I don’t stab backs — I lock doors, leave you alone.
Cut throat, not heartless — I still feel the cold,
But I won’t be broken just to prove I’m whole.

Saw a girl cryin’ backstage last night,
Said her manager took her song and her light.
I pulled her close, bought her a drink,
Told her, ‘Write it down — every blink, every link.’
Gave her my ear, not my war,
Told her, ‘You don’t need their door — you’re your own.’
I’ve got armor, yeah, but it’s scarred with care,
Built from lessons burned in the air.

I don’t owe you my pain for your peace,
Don’t perform healing just to confirm the decease
Of who I was — she’s not gone, just grown.
Now my love’s a weapon? No — it’s a home.

Cut throat, not heartless — that’s the truth I own.
I don’t stab backs — I lock doors, leave you alone.
Cut throat, not heartless — I still feel the cold,
But I won’t be broken just to prove I’m whole.

I held her hand while she scrolled through the lies,
Saw her pull up the screenshots, bite back the cries.
Told her, ‘Don’t burn for them — build instead.
Your worth ain’t a rumor, it’s what you said.’

Yeah, I’ve got walls, but they’ve got a door,
Just not for those who’ve been to war — with me.

Cut throat, not heartless — that’s the line I’ve drawn.
I don’t play games — I just carry on.
Cut throat, not heartless — my guard’s not a curse,
It’s the only thing left that keeps me first.

Cut throat, not heartless — yeah, I’ve changed the rules.
Still got love, but I choose who’s due.

Sharp edges… not cold soul.

I don’t stab backs — I lock doors…
And I still love.