Dark Romance

[Verse 1] The rain wasn't falling, it was a lashing sound. My own footsteps, a counted mantra on the ground. Backpack full of how to fix a broken mind. Doesn't stop the tremor when the dark gets close behind. Then a different cadence, cutting through the wet. Heavy. Deliberate. A rhythm I just met. I stopped. He stopped. This stupid, silent game. Turned to find the shadow where the streetlight gave its name. [Pré-chorus] Not fear. Something worse. A recognition in the gut. A low, betraying heat before the panic strut. He saw the crack. The one I swore I’d sealed. The part of me that’s hungry, desperate to be… revealed. [chorus] And I ran. Oh God, I ran. Splashing through the cold, a fleeing, frantic plan. But my skin was b*****g where his eyes had been. A brand. A claim. A newly-opened sin. And my heart’s a traitor, beating him, him, him. [Verse 2] Door locked three times, my back against the wood. Shaking. Not from cold. This feeling’s not… not good. Fingers on my neck, my pulse a wild, live wire. He saw me. Actually saw me. And it lit a… fucking fire. The image burned. The shoulders and the quiet, solid stance. A guilty, liquid ache I didn't stand a chance. A muffled sound—was that my voice?—half terror, half a prayer. The game began the second that I… turned and met him there. [chorus] And I ran. Oh God, I ran. Splashing through the cold, a fleeing, frantic plan. But my skin was b*****g where his eyes had been. A brand. A claim. A newly-opened sin. And my heart’s a traitor, beating him, him, him. [Ponte] (Voz mais baixa, crua, quase um sussurro falado) First rule is simple: don’t you feel the pull. Don’t you let the dread feel beautiful. My body failed the test. It welcomed in the hunt. Now every nerve is singing from a fresh and ugly… bruise. [Alternative Bridge] (He watches from the static, from the rain. A phone call, just a name. “Tell me every step she takes.” A low command. Not safety. Just… a sovereign claim on land. The air still smells of her, a trace of cheap perfume and fear. It’s not a want. It’s… need. And it’s crystal clear.) [Final chorusl] So I’ll run. Oh God, I’ll run. Knowing that the chase has only just begun. ‘Cause my skin is b*****g where his eyes have been. His brand. His claim. My newly-opened sin. And my heart’s a traitor, beating… (b**t) …knowing I already let him in.