The Comments
Track 6 of Clear Eyes
[ Lyrics ]
They love me, they leave me, they ghost me. — vinyl hiss rise, fingerpicked guitar enters) Blue glow on the ceiling, phone in my palm, three a.m. and I’m reading my own psalm. One says 'You saved me,' one says 'You sold out,' two thumbs up, one tear I can’t hide, no doubt. I wrote every line in the dark with a pen, now it’s out in the world—judged by strangers again. Smile in the caption, but my chest feels tight, like I gave out my heart just to check it for likes. Heartbeat kick—tick, tick, tick in my ears, soft handpan chimes like distant cheers. Am I reaching souls or just filling feeds? The silence after 'send' is where doubt breeds. They love me, they leave me, they ghost me, praise in one breath, then they post me. They love me, they leave me, they ghost me, I bleed in the verses, they screenshot the poster. Saw a meme with my face, a joke I didn’t make, laughed at my pain for the culture’s sake. Someone tagged me like I owed them reply, like my worth’s in the comments lining up the 'why?' I remember the night I tracked that last note, cried through the take, gave the performance my throat. Now it’s chopped in a clip, dance trend in the wild— did I make something real or just bought me a style? Heartbeat kick—tick, tick, tick in the dark, handpan hums like a fading spark. I don’t need the noise, I need my own voice, not a quote in a quote with no choice. They love me, they leave me, they ghost me, praise in one breath, then they post me. They love me, they leave me, they ghost me, I bleed in the verses, they screenshot the poster. Deleted the app. Lit the candle. Looked in the mirror—no filter, no angle. Sang the bridge back to me, line for line, the one I wrote when I thought I’d never shine. No audience, no views, no one to impress— just the truth in the timbre, the song’s final dress. They love me, they leave me, they ghost me, but I’m not begging for the world to know me. They love me, they leave me, they ghost me, I’ll sing in the silence, I’ll write what I own me. Clear eyes. Just me. Just this. Yeah… ghost me.