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Verse 1 You blow up my phone again— Like my life’s on hold for you, when will it end? Every word I said, every line I wrote You twist it, replay it, like I’m the joke I tried to love, I tried to care But somehow that’s proof I’m always unfair You gaslight, you guilt-trip, you demand And I’m just trying to live my own plan Pre-Chorus I’m not your diary, I’m not your wall I’m not your punching bag, I’m not your call I can’t fix your anger, I can’t erase your blame I’m not your villain, I won’t play your game Chorus Why do I have to text back? Like my life is nothing but your track I’m alive, I’m tired, I’m over your lies I’m not your problem, I’m not your prize I’m not rude, I’m just done taking the blame I’m just me, trying to survive this game I’m alive, I’m free, I got my own track So tell me…why do I even gotta text back? Verse 2 You call your silence a “boundary,” a wall But when I need space, you make me feel small You replay every fight, twist every line Like I owe you proof that I’m always fine I got my own life, my own mess to tend I can’t keep bending to your every trend I loved loud, I cared, I tried But I’m not here for your endless ride Pre-Chorus I don’t owe you my peace, I don’t owe you my mind I gave you my all, I was always kind But your rules, your walls, your blame on repeat I can’t live like this, I can’t compete Chorus Why do I have to text back? Like my life is nothing but your track I’m alive, I’m tired, I’m over your lies I’m not your problem, I’m not your prize I’m not rude, I’m just done taking the blame I’m just me, trying to survive this game I’m alive, I’m free, I got my own track So tell me…why do I even gotta text back? Bridge (raw, jagged, punchy) I won’t apologize for living my life I won’t dance to your chaos, your guilt, your strife You made me the villain, but that’s not true I survived your games—and I’m still breaking through Outro (messy, strong, freeing) I won’t reply yet, not tonight Not because I don’t care, but because I can’t fight I’ll answer when I’m whole, not when you demand Until then…this silence is my stand