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Dead Signal - 🩵 Blake_404.exe #emorap #poppunk #revival #trap #alternative #rock Yeah… You had me on a leash made of promises. Not anymore. You loved me loud, but you left me low, Said I was fire, then watched me choke. I wore your chaos like designer pain, Lipstick stains and anxiety rain. You fed my heart to your ego trips, Kissed my scars with control on your lips. I shrank myself just to fit your frame— Now I don’t even say your name. I was your backstage pass to the scene, Your pretty little gasoline. Now the spotlight hits your face— And there’s nobody in my place. Every time we crashed, I bled out, Screaming love in a sold-out meltdown. Now I don’t call, I don’t break down— I’m kissing someone new downtown. You had your chances, you let them die, I cried oceans, now I’m dry. You see me glow and wonder how— It could’ve been you… But it’s not you now. Dead signal. No reception. You lost me in your reflection. Red lipstick resurrection. You’re staring through me across the bar, Like I’m still your unfinished scar. But I rebuilt in neon light, Turned my breakdown into fight. He doesn’t play like love’s a game, Doesn’t weaponize my name. Where you brought storms I had to survive, He holds my hand and I feel alive. You might be close, but I don’t flinch, I cut the cord, I felt the switch. I used to miss you in my bones— Now I sleep fine on my own. Every time we burned, I blacked out, Turned my heart inside out. Now I don’t beg, I don’t chase— I found power in my own space. You’re out of luck, I’m out of tears, I outgrew all your fears. You hear my voice and feel the doubt— It could’ve been you… But I’m not yours now. I’m not your almost. Not your maybe. Not your late-night “come save me.” You wanted control— I wanted real. Now I don’t feel what I used to feel. We were chaos in a heartbeat, Love shouldn’t feel like defeat. I stopped dying just to prove That I was worth the way you move. You lost me when you played pretend— I don’t relapse, I transcend. It might’ve been forever somehow… But it’s not you now.