No Second Chances
Track 8 of Cut Throat
[ Lyrics ]
One strike, out the frame. Screen lights up, three words: ‘I was wrong.’ Same font, same silence — just like our last phone call. I trace the curve of the ‘I’, remember how you said it When you swore on my life you’d never lose control. Now you want a paragraph? A pardon in a heartbeat? I gave you years, not chances — that’s the difference you don’t get. The apology’s too clean, like it came from a script. No tremble in your voice, no proof that you still grip The weight of what you did. You don’t miss me — You miss the version who’d forgive. No second chances, never said I’d stay, One betrayal’s all it takes to walk away. Not cruel — just clear, not cold, just aware: Love don’t live where trust wore thin in the air. One strike… and you’re out the frame. The flame died — and I won’t relight the flame. You quote our old promises like they’re clauses in a deal, Like ‘forever’ was a contract, not a love that felt real. But I was more than your backup plan, your safe place, your home — Turns out, I was just the house you left to roam. You lost me the second you chose the lie, Not when I walked — when you shut the light. Now you type with urgency, like time can rewind, But I don’t live in mercy — I live in my mind. And every loop I used to run just ended with your name… So I burned the track. No trains run back the same. No second chances, never said I’d stay, One betrayal’s all it takes to walk away. Not cruel — just clear, not cold, just aware: Love don’t live where trust wore thin in the air. One strike… and you’re out the frame. The flame died — and I won’t relight the flame. I used to pray for your return, Cry into pillows, earn my hurt. Let ‘sorry’ stretch the truth too far… But I don’t heal with you — I heal with war. You don’t get to be the one Who broke me… then calls me back when you’re undone. No second chances, I’m not that kind of grace, One cut deep enough and I erase the face. Not heartless — just whole, not bitter — just grown: I don’t rebuild ruins, I build from stone. One strike… and you’re out the frame. The flame died — and I won’t call your name. One strike… One strike… and you’re not coming back.