Cut Throat

[ Lyrics ]

Life’s knife… I’ve got mine.

I used to leave the door unlocked, burn incense by the phone,
let love in like a draft — now I check the seams of every home.
Used to write songs with my heart wide open, voice like a plea,
now the truth’s in the spaces — what I don’t say, finally, speaks.
You taught me soft gets shattered, trust gets traded, night turns long.
So I learned the language of the silence… learned to speak it strong.

Yeah, I bled in the bathroom stall, cried in borrowed clothes.
But the mirror don’t lie — and it told me who I chose.
Not the girl who disappears… not the one who breaks in half.
I’m the echo after thunder — I’m the stillness after wrath.

Cut throat, not broken — I’m alive and I’m chosen.
Cut throat, not vengeful — just no longer frozen.
I don’t fight for attention, I don’t need your belief.
I rebuilt every altar… on my own bleeding knees.

They said I’d crack under pressure, fold when contracts fell through.
I just smiled, saved my receipts, rewired my crew.
Took the shots in the dark, wore the weight like a coat,
let the rumors burn loud while I composed my own note.
Love tried to trap me again — soft hands, sweet lies.
I said, ‘Prove it with actions, not just the tone of your eyes.’

I still feel the old ache, like a scar when it rains.
But I don’t beg for healing — I don’t play it the same.
No more second chances dressed up as closure.
I’m the judge, I’m the jury… I’m the only one who knows her.

Cut throat, not heartless — just protected by purpose.
Cut throat, not haunted — I rewrote the surface.
I don’t bleed for your story, I don’t kneel for your throne.
I turned pain into protocol… made survival my home.

From the bedroom where I found you, to the boardroom where they lied,
from the dates that left me colder, to the nights I nearly died —
I collected every lesson like a blade in my spine.
No more living in whispers… I’m the chorus this time.

Cut throat, not broken — I’m the warning, not the token.
Cut throat, not empty — I’m a fortress, not a poem.
I don’t need your forgiveness, I don’t wear it like a name.
I survived with a plan — and I’m still changing the game.

Life’s knife… I’ve got mine.

Yeah… I’ve got mine.

Game on.