Let me make one thing clear.
I don't care how important you are to me.
The moment you make it clear that I'm not important to you,
you become a stranger to me.
I've learned that loyalty is everything.
If you can't see my worth,
then you have no place in my life.
I don't waste time on people who don't value me.
Respect is earned, not given.
And I give respect to those who deserve it.
But the moment you show me that you're not,
that you don't care,
you lose my respect.
You lose my trust.
People come and go.
I don't have time for games or for people who
think they can treat me any way they like.
Simple.
You respect me,
I respect you.
You stand by me,
I stand by you.
If you decide to walk away,
don't expect me to follow.
So if you're in my life,
remember this.
It's a privilege,
not a right.
I won't beg for attention.
I don't chase after anyone.
I focus on those who matter.
Chaos we would choose.
A portrait made of noise.
Shadows on their lullabies.
Through the flicker of neon skies.
Every wound becomes a chord.
Every tear a single word.
We made love out of distortion.
A beauty born of imperfection.
And though the world forgets our voice,
we'll live inside the noise.
This is our portrait of noise.
Not a whisper, not a void.
Every line, every scar
is a song of who we are.
We were chaos, we were choice.
A portrait made of noise.
Can
you hear me in this static home?
Can you see me when the colors run?
We were never meant to be defined.
Just sound colliding in time.
This is our portrait of noise.
Painted with loss and joy.
In the wreck of all we've known.
We found a place that felt like home.
So turn it loud, let's destroy.
The silence with all the noise.