Instead of trying to write some perfect pitch, I figured I'd just paste what I texted my honorary little sister when we were talking about this song. . ============================ . me: you know what's funny? i think the only person who actually hurt me before the truth came out... was me . soso: hwo so!? 😭 . me: i literally spent weeks driving myself crazy, making up every possible scenario... and of course my brain always picked the worst one me: every late reply, every tiny change... i'd read way too much into it . soso: girl... . me: and for what? me: none of it changed a damn thing me: the trurh was always gonna show up whenever it was gonna show up me: all i did was rob myself of my own peace . soso: damn... . me: and that's the part that actually pisses me off me: i lost all that peace over someone i ended up kicking out of my life anyway . soso: 😭😭😭 soso: you should call it peaec off 🤣🤣🤣 . me: lol exactly . ============================ . [VERSE ] Distance has this funny way Of making silence louder You say, "Goodnight" I say it too Then spend three hours Listening to everything you never said One missed call One shorter text And suddenly I'm writing endings to a story Still being lived I hate how convincing my own mind can be . [PRE-CHORUS] I'm sorry... For asking questions you never gave me reason to ask . [CHORUS] It's never what I know... It's everything I don't That's where my head starts filling all the blanks half with hope Half with fear Trying to live tomorrow... While I'm still here . [VERSE] One morning, I caught myself laughing "Come on... Just let me see you" That's all I wanted... Nothing more Then my boss walked in "You free tomorrow?" "We've got a client" Then he said your town I remember smiling Like life had answered A question I never asked out loud . [PRE-CHORUS] For one whole afternoon My mind... forgot how to run . [CHORUS] It's never what I know... It's everything I don't That's where my head starts filling all the blanks half with hope Half with fear Trying to live tomorrow... While I'm still here . [BRIDGE] The meeting finished early I bought your favourite flowers Practiced saying "I was nearby..." Like it wasn't planned Like it wasn't The happiest coincidence I'd had in months . [OUTRO] You never saw me I saw enough Enough... to stop wondering The strange part is... You didn't break me My own imagination Had already been doing that For weeks Tomorrow Was always coming Fear never changed tomorrow It only stole todaymore

‘Still Standing’ 🔥 Cockpit to chaos, scars stacked like flight hours. Survived storms, stabs, n losses… now I flip that fire into straight sound. From “25 scars… still breathing” to that key change where scars turn coordinates… yeah, I became the calm in the damn storm. No retreat, middle finger 🖕 up, still swingin hard. This one’s for every vet, every fighter who got knocked but built a kingdom from broken stones. Stream it, feel it, scream it w/ me. Outlaw Primitive vibes. Still Standing. 💪🎸 Shout to the lady who crushed this cover.. she knows who she is. Thank u, appreciate the hell outta ya (with that perfect touch of grit) 😂❤️more

Some love stories last a lifetime, and we often admire them. Others come to an end because separation becomes inevitable. But we rarely talk about what happens next. . When two people have built a life together, not everything can be divided overnight. There are children, a home, loans, bills, routines and commitments... responsibilities that continue long after the relationship has ended. . This song focuses on the moment when that balance disappears. Responsibilities don't vanish, they still have to be carried. Yet sometimes, one person gradually steps away from them, emotionally, financially or practically, leaving the other to absorb more and more of the load. Sometimes they don't even realize it's happening. It isn't always intentional. The responsibilities simply shift until the imbalance starts to feel almost normal. . 160% is a metaphor for that imbalance. When two people each carry 100%, together they create 200%. After the breakup, one person may regain a relatively light life, with free weekends, quiet evenings and the opportunity to meet new people. The responsibilities haven't disappeared... they've simply moved. . Meanwhile, the other person is still raising the children, handling the unexpected, attending appointments, helping with homework, paying shared bills, carrying debts and managing everything that doesn't stop just because a relationship has ended. They are no longer living at 100%, but at 160%. . 160% doesn't try to assign blame. It describes a reality that can exist after some breakups, where the shared weight gradually settles onto one person's shoulders, sometimes for months, sometimes for years, and sometimes without either person fully realizing how unbalanced it has become. . ==================== . [VERSE] The day we split, the walls stayed standing still But every promise landed with the bills The keys were shared, the silence wasn't split Somehow your freedom was expensive here to live with The school still calls the very same old phone The fever still prefers the nights alone You left the house with half the furniture gone I stayed behind with everything that carries on . [PRE-CHORUS] Weight obeys no broken vows It always finds somebody now . [CHORUS] I'm living at one hundred sixty percent The missing forty never disappeared Every unpaid moment found my door Every empty promise hit my floor You walked away lighter than before I became the bridge from shore to shore The weight had to belong somewhere in the end Now I'm living... one hundred sixty percent . [VERSE] Another meeting... another pair of shoes Another month of choosing what to lose Homework at midnight, groceries at eight Learning how exhaustion quietly waits You found new weekends I can't even see Mine disappear inside responsibility The calendar keeps asking more of me While yours keeps filling up with possibility . [PRE-CHORUS] Love may end between two hearts The workload doesn't fall apart . [CHORUS] I'm living at one hundred sixty percent The missing forty never disappeared Every unpaid moment found my door Every empty promise hit my floor You walked away lighter than before I became the bridge from shore to shore The weight had to belong somewhere in the end Now I'm living... one hundred sixty percent . [BRIDGE] Children never asked for sides Rent still comes... and time still flies Laundry... birthdays... sleepless nights None of them can read our fights Responsibilities don't break in two They simply look for someone who Will carry more than they should do . [OUTRO] I'm living at one hundred sixty percent Trying to make one heartbeat represent Everything we promised long ago Everything they never need to know If love was shared, then why this load? If freedom's real... who pays the road? Somebody always bears the difference in the end Mine became one hundred sixty percentmore