Uploaded It at 3AM

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Uploaded it at 3AM, woke up to a flame.
 — soft synth rise + phone ping)

Mic too close, hoodie pulled over my crown,
sang my heart out while the city drowned.
One light on, cracked screen glow,
beat I made when I couldn’t sleep last know.
No retakes, no reverb, no plan—
just me and the silence, my only fan.
Hit upload, said a quiet prayer,
then curled in my sheets like nobody there.

Didn’t check my phone, didn’t chase the view,
just let the song float—hope in the blue.
Said, ‘If it lands, it lands,’ then I turned off the flame…
but the flame had already started spreading.

Uploaded it at 3AM, woke up to a flame,
every line I whispered now had a name.
Strangers singing back what I thought no one knew—
my pain turned to signal, my private became true.

Uploaded it at 3AM—no filter, no frame,
looked at my life and said, ‘It’s not in vain.’

First DM said, ‘This one got me in my chest,’
then another: ‘I cried, felt like I was blessed.’
Saw my handle tagged in a story somewhere,
felt like someone saw me in the back of the somewhere.
Playlist bump, then a co-sign, then a feature ask—
my bedroom beat walking through the industry task.
Still wore the same jeans, same coffee stain, same doubt,
but now my voice lived outside my house.

Didn’t change the words, didn’t sell my soul,
just said what was real and let it roll.
Now the silence that held me is echoing back—
my whisper’s a wave, no turning back.

Uploaded it at 3AM, woke up to a flame,
every line I whispered now had a name.
Strangers singing back what I thought no one knew—
my pain turned to signal, my private became true.
Uploaded it at 3AM—no filter, no frame,
looked at my life and said, ‘It’s not in vain.’

All those nights I thought I was just talking to the void,
voice notes piling up, dreams too loud to avoid.
But the void was listening… and it sang along.
Now my loneliness is where I belong.

Uploaded it at 3AM, woke up to a flame,
my secret’s a symphony with millions in the frame.
They don’t know my real name, but they know how I feel—
that’s the kind of magic only truth can reveal.
Uploaded it at 3AM—no money, no fame,
just a voice in the dark that refused to stay the same.

3AM… and the world said, ‘I know.’