I wrote "You" because I wanted to talk about an obsession that I couldn't recognize as obsession at first. I thought I was searching for an answer, an explanation, a sign. In reality, I was feeding a loop. I started doing things that didn't look like me at all. Watching psychic readings on TikTok Live. Looking for guidance. Reading psychology articles. Stalking social media profiles. Going back to the same details over and over again, as if a sentence, a photo, or a moment of silence could finally give me a clear conclusion. The turning point came when I looked at myself from the outside. It felt like I was watching the main character of a TV series slowly drift into behaviors he would normally find inappropriate or even unsettling in someone else. At that moment, the question was no longer, "Why her?" but rather, "What does this obsession say about me?" In those tarot and psychic livestreams, I kept seeing the same people asking the same questions every day for weeks, sometimes months. "Will they come back?" "Are they thinking about me?" "Is this my soulmate?" Eventually, I realized I was caught in exactly the same mechanism. It wasn't love anymore. It was a desperate attempt to turn someone's absence into an answer. Musically, the song moves like a rumination. The production leaves plenty of space for the vocals, with a progression that never fully explodes. The choruses remain restrained, almost suspended, like a thought that refuses to leave your mind. The verses pile up obsessive behaviors one after another, while the bridge finally marks the beginning of the escape, the moment when you stop looking for signs and start choosing yourself again. The greatest challenge comes when the person who once obsessed you tries to come back after you've finally moved on. That's the exact moment when you find out whether you've truly let go. ============================================ #VERSE You walked in like a perfect scene Like every answer in between The kind of smile that rewrites pain And makes the grey look bright again #PRE-CHORUS I thought we had it in the bag I followed green flags, ignored red flags All that rush, those late-night calls Then I watched the love bombing fall #CHORUS I don't wanna be Joe Goldberg Hiding my pain behind an iceberg I refuse this limerence I wanna keep my independence Disappear from my head I wanna sleep, peace in my bed I just wanna feel alright Without thinking of you every night #VERSE I watched TikTok lives to feed my mind With answers I could never find I started stalking all your socials Looking for something special #PRE-CHORUS No cosmic proof of love No hidden meaning from above You were never my soulmate Just all the reasons to abdicate #CHORUS I don't wanna be Joe Goldberg Hiding my pain behind an iceberg I refuse this limerence I wanna keep my independence Disappear from my head I wanna sleep, peace in my bed I just wanna feel alright Without thinking of you every night #VERSE Then you decided to ghost me Until for no reason you blocked me I didn't know what that meant to me And somehow, all these things obsessed me #PRE-CHORUS I hear your name in random crowds Your face appears in strangers' eyes Every coincidence somehow Still tries to keep you alive #CHORUS I don't wanna be Joe Goldberg Hiding my pain behind an iceberg I refuse this limerence I wanna keep my independence Disappear from my head I wanna sleep, peace in my bed I just wanna feel alright Without thinking of you every night #BRIDGE I don't wanna be obsessed I wanna find the egress I'm learning how to love my flow Without depending on your glow #OUTRO I'm finally breathing without fear The noise is fading year by year I'm not saying I never think of you But you no longer shape my view I'm finally moving on for real I finally feel like myself againmore

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