[Intro – spoken, almost casual] Doom Scrolling. Saw a girl talking about her brain. Said she’d love it if the BPD was fake… but she’d miss the euphoria. So I sent her a song and a thank you. No agenda. Just light. [Verse 1] The number of people that can’t see how the things they say sound to other people… myself included. Threats ain’t invisible. Most just grow up oblivious. But once you know it's obvious… Maybe she’s evil. Maybe you’re feeble. Maybe real people have real pain, grow up being possessed by your own brain. [Pre-Chorus] Trying to make people possessions then get possessive when you find out obsession already possessed them. [Chorus] Repossessed. You wanted the keys to her chaos. She was already owned by the fire. You called her evil so you didn’t have to admit you were scared of a woman who didn’t need you to survive. [Verse 2] I battled my demons for years without rest Spotted one running home back to its nest Aimed at its spine, the trigger depressed Then saw all the blood erupt from my chest I was the guy that thought she was evil… till I looked down and saw what I was holding was the torch casting an abuser’s shadow. [Bridge] When you try to hold the light even the shadows of your own hand create darkness. When you open your soul to the light you become so bright even night can’t fight. [Final Chorus – bigger] Repossessed. Not by the comments. Not by the labels. By the version of me that still thought control was love. I put the torch down. Picked up her halo. Ate the guy who thought he was Jesus. And finally saw the light was never mine to own. [Outro – soft, almost a whisper] Keep the euphoria. It looks fucken massive on you. And on every other soul still walking through the dark with the torch in the wrong hand.
