{"id":229916,"created_at":"2021-08-05 14:15:03","updated_at":"2025-05-14 13:52:11","deleted_at":null,"published_at":"2021-08-05 14:15:03","original_id":null,"artist_id":53543,"title":"Unspoken words ft T S (the Suspect)","slug":"unspoken-ft-t-s-the-suspect","status":"published","description":null,"album_id":8375,"streets":1,"source_type":"s3","source":"file","lyrics":"Too many sad words have been recited by my dry lips\r\nAs I let go, of pain and my heart becomes weak\r\nI have changed the narrative of how love feels like.\r\nNever again will I be looked as a main character in the book of love.\r\nin the name of love my heart died\r\nJack wasnt the first, probally not the last.\r\nwill my soul find healing?\r\nThis heart beat without beating for you, sounds like a song without meaning.\r\nWell, I guess this painful Love journey, is better understood when travelled alone\r\nMy heart is bleeding without a cut\r\nI am left with a chain of pain ,like a thick accent of spilled blood from a broken heart.\r\nThis pain of loosing you is unbearable.\r\nLike of Rose when she lost Jack Dason \r\nI thought you will leave no trace when you left\r\nBut I be having throw backs every day.\r\nloosing you left me with Depression, anxiety, stress and suicidality.\r\nsee blind. blind I was to see where I was loved\r\nThe pain and unspoken words in my heart, are heavy for my tongue.\r\nBut not too heavy for a paper\r\nas the pen bleed my heart out.\r\nyou left me with a raging storm in my soul as I watched our love suffocating mercilessly.\r\nI am trying to assemble happiness out of my heart's broken parts \r\nBut how do I assemble happiness when all the broken parts cut deep into my skin\r\nWell I never reached the end of our love story\r\nUnfortunate I was\r\nBut I will remain opulently, indebted to your love and kindness\r\nI guess the songs of healing emerges from a bandage of time\r\nI wounded myself by loving too much that I was insecure\r\nThough I thought my future with you will be secured\r\nBut rest assured you will always be the Queen I wished for when I blew the candles on the cake at the age of eight\r\nBefore I became the Poetic Saint","download_count":193,"play_count":16,"restrict_download":0,"generated_thumbnail":null,"flag_count":0,"download_count_24":1,"download_count_24_at":"2025-05-14","reupload_sent":0,"thumb_path":"https:\/\/s3.eu-central-1.amazonaws.com\/sol-assets\/uploads\/public\/610\/bd6\/1bd\/thumb_717495_300_300_0_0_crop.jpg","status_reason":"published","status_reason_alt":null,"tags":[]}