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A story about a woman who has seen it all and has made a decision.

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Doug Murphy

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Douglas Murphy is a passionate lyricist and storyteller whose songs blend heart, honesty, and a touch of grit. Drawing inspiration from everyday life, personal journeys, and timeless themes, his work spans genres like folk, country, acoustic rock, and modern balladry. Whether writing heartfelt love songs, nostalgic reflections, or thought-provoking narratives, Douglas focuses on lyrical depth and emotional connection. Crafted to resonate, designed for both live performance and sync licensing, and he often collaborates with musicians and AI production tools to bring his words to life with professional polish. With an ever-growing catalogue, Douglas continues to write to make listeners feel seen, understood, and moved.

Song Info

Genre

Beats • Beats General

Charts

Peak #18

Peak in subgenre #3

Author

Douglas Murphy/AI

Rights

2026

Uploaded

February 02, 2026

Track Files

MP3

MP3 9.1 MB • 320 kbps • 3:59 minutes

Meta Data

Samples

No samples, loops, or splices

BPM

Beat

4/4

Vocals

Female

Character

Energy

relaxed, cool

high-energy

Danceable

coffee-place

dancefloor

Positivity

dark, sad, angry

happy

Appeal

unique

radio-friendly

Story behind the song

Thinking about Ralph Murphy and his suggestions to write for the early morning listener/

Lyrics

I didnt leave
on one bad day
it was a thousand
tiny cuts
holding my breath
swallowing my voice
not that it mattered
much

when i was silent
he walked right past
i was the carrot
he was the stick
deep breaths were
no longer enough
what we once had
he closed up quick

he called it nothing
i called it proof
now hes no longer
welcome
under this roof

it wasnt the slam
it was the echo
that empty sorry
on repeat
it wasnt one lie
it was a pattern
me begging
to be seen

i carried the kids
the bills
the feelings
he carried excuses
thats all hed ever be
when his phone lit up
with an unknown number
it became crystal clear
to see

its me
who must choose
me

he stashed secrets
in plain view
never attempted
to make it right
he shattered vows
like habits
kept dismissing it
as just a fight

that wasnt love
it was control
and id never
be free
bit by bit
day by day
he was devouring
me

it wasnt the slam
it was the echo
that empty sorry
on repeat
it wasnt one lie
it was a pattern
me begging
to be seen

i carried the kids
the bills
the feelings
he carried excuses
thats all hed ever be
when his phone lit up
with an unknown number
it became crystal clear
to see

its me
who must choose
me

and it aint just
my story
its how it goes

some fools wear suits
some smell like smoke
some sit in courtrooms
making jokes
some beg forgiveness
again and again
we tell ourselves
theyll change
but lets not pretend

im done believing
im choosing now

it wasnt the slam
it was the echo
that empty sorry
on repeat
it wasnt one lie
it was a pattern
me begging
to be seen

i carried the kids
the bills
the feelings
he carried excuses
thats all hed ever be
when his phone lit up
with an unknown number
it became crystal clear
to see

its me
who must choose
me

it wasnt the breaking point
it was a burden
a weight i hid
and when he called me
unimportant
thats when i finally
chose to live

so heres the truth
i couldnt whisper
but now i recite it
like the abcs
one small thought
made things simple

its me
who must choose
me

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