[male vocals] Yeah…
Sometimes
love
comes
with
conditions,
Sometimes
silence
becomes
a
weapon…
Listen
to
the
rhythm
of
the
truth.
Sylva
P
Made
It.
You
say, “
If
you
really
love
me,
you
would
do
it,”
Turning
my
heart
into
a
place
you
can
rule
it.
You
make
me
feel
guilty
for
saying
no,
Then
act
like
I'm
the
reason
you
wanna
go.
Every
mistake
becomes
ammunition,
Every
tear
becomes
manipulation.
You
know
my
weakness,
you
know
my
fears,
Then
you
use
my
emotions
to
control
my
years.
But
I
finally
see
what
you're
doing
to
me,
Love
shouldn't
feel
like
a
prison
with
a
key.
I
can
care
for
you
without
losing
my
soul,
I’
m
taking
back
the
power,
I’
m
regaining
control.
It’
s
emotional
blackmail,
heavy
on
my
heart,
Using
all
my
feelings
just
to
tear
us
apart.
I’
m
tired
of
the
games,
tired
of
the
shade,
Watching
all
the
beauty
in
our
promise
start
to
fade.
It’
s
emotional
blackmail,
playing
with
the
fire,
Burning
down
the
garden
of
our
once
true
desire.
I
gave
you
my
best,
I
gave
you
my
time,
But
you
treat
my
devotion
like
it’
s
a
crime.
You
pivot
the
story,
you
change
the
view,
Making
me
the
villain
while
I’
m
faithful
to
you.
You
silence
the
conversation
with
a
cold
stare,
Knowing
I’
ll
break
just
to
show
that
I
care.
But
the
water
is
rising,
I’
m
finding
the
shore,
I
don’
t
want
this
heartache
in
my
life
anymore.
It’
s
emotional
blackmail,
heavy
on
my
heart,
Using
all
my
feelings
just
to
tear
us
apart.
I’
m
tired
of
the
games,
tired
of
the
shade,
Watching
all
the
beauty
in
our
promise
start
to
fade.
It’
s
emotional
blackmail,
playing
with
the
fire,
Burning
down
the
garden
of
our
once
true
desire.
Can
we
ever
go
back
to
the
way
it
was?
Before
the
ego,
before
the
hidden
laws?
I
need
an
honest
space,
I
need
a
breath
of
air,
Without
the
constant
heavy
weight
of
your
despair.
Break
the
chains,
let
the
truth
finally
speak,
I’
m
standing
tall
now,
I’
m
no
longer
weak.
It’
s
emotional
blackmail,
heavy
on
my
heart,
Using
all
my
feelings
just
to
tear
us
apart.
I’
m
tired
of
the
games,
tired
of
the
shade,
Watching
all
the
beauty
in
our
promise
start
to
fade.
It’
s
emotional
blackmail,
playing
with
the
fire,
Burning
down
the
garden
of
our
once
true
desire.
No
more
conditions.
No
more
playing
with
my
peace.
I’
m
letting
go
of
the
blackmail.
I’
m
finding
my
own
release.
Yeah,
it’
s
over
now.
Sylva
P,
let
it
fade
out.
Smooth
groove,
clear
mind.
Peace
of
mind.