Black sheep
Song generated By ✨Song.do
v1
@ Jennifer Day
2026-06-30 00:50:13
Letras
those who have walked the path often ask, when did the reality start and psychosis end? and does it ever know when it’s finally reached the end ? the blurring of the start and finish line, the uncertainty of your own mind, shouldn’t that be the scariest part of what jaded memory that state left behind?… A quiet weight that settles in the bone
A gray that bleeds through everything I’ve known
Years of moving through a heavy mist, Holding back my old shadow, making sure it isn't missed
I learned to change the tone, to flip the scriptTo heal the bonds, to keep the anchor gripped
Because I know the depth of where this goes, psychosis seized my mind, grabbed my very soul, shook my very essence and violently took hold, But the mask is getting heavy, and the room is spinning cold
There’s a story in the silence that has never been retold Torn between the pride of how I fixed the outer frame
And the emptiness that whispers that it’s all a losing game, overcome with thoughts that twisted in my head, left me torn apart and wishing I were dead. They see the change, they see the peaceful face
Little do they know it feels like I’m standing at the edge of outer space.
It’s a strange divide to walk this line alone, Praising the growth while feeling like I’ve turned to stone.
I don’t project the darkness, I keep it locked inside. A careful guard to save them from the monster I’m trying to hide. But the hardest part of keeping them all secure
Is knowing that they believe I’ve finally been cured. They smile at the surface, thinking I am whole
While the quiet disconnect slowly consumes my soul. The stories went out like a wildfire’s breath,
Every stumble I took, every lapse, every depth. They traded my secrets like currency spent, Defining my name by the places I went I sat with the wreckage, I looked in the glass, And hauled all my demons out from under the pass. It hurts like a blade that nobody cared To mention the demons I’ve finally spared The gossip was hungry, but the truth is a bore, So they stop telling stories once you’re better than before. They loved me as a scapegoat, loud and defined, But they’ve left the better me in the shadows behind. Unless someone tells you the rumors are old, Unless someone updates the lies you were told. My growth is an insult to the story you kept, So you stay in the past where my old self slept. I’m a masterpiece painted in secret and grit, And I’m the only one who has to live with it. So Keep the old stories, keep the scapegoat you need, But I know the truth of the life that I lead. I’m proud of the woman who stands here today, Even if nobody had the heart to tell you I changed If they didn’t understand the scream when it was loudHow could they ever read the quiet in the crowd?
They think I made it out, they think the storm has passed
But I just built a shelter that I know was meant to last..
A gray that bleeds through everything I’ve known
Years of moving through a heavy mist, Holding back my old shadow, making sure it isn't missed
I learned to change the tone, to flip the scriptTo heal the bonds, to keep the anchor gripped
Because I know the depth of where this goes, psychosis seized my mind, grabbed my very soul, shook my very essence and violently took hold, But the mask is getting heavy, and the room is spinning cold
There’s a story in the silence that has never been retold Torn between the pride of how I fixed the outer frame
And the emptiness that whispers that it’s all a losing game, overcome with thoughts that twisted in my head, left me torn apart and wishing I were dead. They see the change, they see the peaceful face
Little do they know it feels like I’m standing at the edge of outer space.
It’s a strange divide to walk this line alone, Praising the growth while feeling like I’ve turned to stone.
I don’t project the darkness, I keep it locked inside. A careful guard to save them from the monster I’m trying to hide. But the hardest part of keeping them all secure
Is knowing that they believe I’ve finally been cured. They smile at the surface, thinking I am whole
While the quiet disconnect slowly consumes my soul. The stories went out like a wildfire’s breath,
Every stumble I took, every lapse, every depth. They traded my secrets like currency spent, Defining my name by the places I went I sat with the wreckage, I looked in the glass, And hauled all my demons out from under the pass. It hurts like a blade that nobody cared To mention the demons I’ve finally spared The gossip was hungry, but the truth is a bore, So they stop telling stories once you’re better than before. They loved me as a scapegoat, loud and defined, But they’ve left the better me in the shadows behind. Unless someone tells you the rumors are old, Unless someone updates the lies you were told. My growth is an insult to the story you kept, So you stay in the past where my old self slept. I’m a masterpiece painted in secret and grit, And I’m the only one who has to live with it. So Keep the old stories, keep the scapegoat you need, But I know the truth of the life that I lead. I’m proud of the woman who stands here today, Even if nobody had the heart to tell you I changed If they didn’t understand the scream when it was loudHow could they ever read the quiet in the crowd?
They think I made it out, they think the storm has passed
But I just built a shelter that I know was meant to last..
Estilo de Música
Heavy rock ballad, tender melodic rock, Wave Pop, Rock opera/gospel, emotional, breakdown, despair, broken, melodic, Melancholy, Anger, ear candy, catchy, soulful, Anticipation, gloomy, despondent, reflective, captivating, clear vocals, whistle register. Frustration, Female Voice