Private Story Blues

[ Lyrics ]

You were my story—now it’s just me.

You were my story—now it’s just me.

I watch you post that rooftop smile, new city, new scene,
her hand on your shoulder like she’s already seen
every secret I held in the dark, every word you gave me.
I scroll past the caption—no anger, just gravity.
My phone lights the blanket, blue glow on my knee,
I don’t like your pictures… but I still refresh the feed.

I don’t want you back—don’t think that’s true.
I just miss the version of me I was with you.
Now I’m just a subtitle in your highlight reel,
learning how to feel without the way you heal.

Private story blues — that’s what this ache has got to be,
watching you rewrite us so easily.
I don’t cry, I don’t call—just sit with the glow,
relics of love in a tab I never close.
Private story blues — slow fade in HD,
living my truth while you’re living yours for me.

You tagged that café we used to skip,
now you’re laughing with someone who gets your quips.
She’s got your same filter, same golden lens,
and I wonder if she dreams in our old tense.
I delete the draft I wrote at 2 a.m.—
‘I’m happy for you’… but it still felt thin.

I don’t need a crown, don’t need to be queen,
just don’t erase me like I was never the theme.
But I’m turning the page, no more hiding in view—
i’m writing my silence into something true.

One day I’ll post nothing at all,
just sunrise, no filter, no fall.
No proof I’m better, no need to prove—
just peace in the pixels, just love in the moves.

Private story blues — I’m fading out of your scene,
not out of spite, just out of routine.
I don’t chase, I don’t compare—just breathe in the view,
wearing my healing like something I grew.
Private story blues — the quietest sound,
love turned to data, then finally—ground.

You were my story—now it’s just me.

Now it’s just… me.