Daggers (Reimagined)

[Intro]: Funny how everyone’s brave When they’re not standing in front of you. Funny how truth always sounds cleaner When it’s wrapped in someone else’s mouth. [Verse 1]: I felt it the moment you shook my hand, Pressure hiding something sharp underneath. You call it speaking your mind, But it’s always aimed directly at me. You never say it straight — You let it bounce through a crowd first. By the time it gets back to me, I’m already bleeding from the echo. [Pre-Chorus]: You dress it up like concern, Like you’re doing me a favor. But if this is honesty, Why does it feel like punishment? [Chorus]: You throw daggers, then act surprised When I finally stop letting them slide. You call it truth, I call it cheap, Say it out loud or don’t say it to me. You throw daggers just to feel tall, Then disappear when I stand at all. If this is respect, keep it — I don’t need it. [Verse 2]: You talk loud when I’m not there, Build a version of me you can tear apart. Every word’s designed to travel, Never designed to leave a mark on you. You feed on reactions, On watching people shrink. But I stopped playing that role The moment I learned how you think. [Pre-Chorus]: You say it’s just the way you are, Like that excuses the damage. But intent doesn’t erase impact, And I’m done pretending it does. [Chorus]: You throw daggers, then act surprised When I finally stop letting them slide. You call it truth, I call it cheap, Say it out loud or don’t say it to me. You throw daggers just to feel tall, Then disappear when I stand at all. If this is respect, keep it — I don’t need it. [Bridge]: Say it to my face. Say it with your chest. I’m done decoding whispers From people who hide behind breath. I’ve bled enough from careless mouths, I won’t wear your words like blame. You don’t get to cut me down And call it my mistake. [Final Chorus]: You throw daggers — I step aside. I see your aim, I know the signs. You don’t define what sticks to me, I choose what stays, I choose what leaves. You throw daggers, but I don’t fold, I’m not the story you get to own. If this is power, keep it — I’m walking away. [Outro]: Sharp words only matter If you let them stay inside. And I don’t.