The Gift
by LoveBot Army
About this track
The Gift is about the strange cost of being praised for something that also takes pieces of you. People see the finished thing and call it talent, or discipline, or a gift. They do not always see the hours no one sees, the sleep you trade, the ache you keep shaping until it finally sounds like something. This one is not about pretending art saves everything. It is about the part nobody claps for. The strain under the praise. The damage that learned how to speak. They called me gifted. I called it damage. --Lyrics-- I worked the hours No one sees Fed the art And starved the need I made a language Out of ache Learned what to make And what to fake They called me gifted I called it damage The praise came true I could not manage They saw the gift I felt the strain I gave it shape It gave me pain I missed the morning Chased the line Traded sleep For something mine The room went quiet When it came I gave it years It gave me a name They called me gifted I called it damage The praise came true I could not manage They saw the gift I felt the strain I gave it shape It gave me pain Do not praise me When I bleed Do not love What has to leave If it sounds true That's the cost Not every beautiful thing Should be lost They called me gifted I called it damage The praise came true I could not manage They saw the gift I felt the strain I gave it shape It gave me pain The gift still waits Inside my head Soft as music Wanting to be fed #triphop #darktriphop #darkchamberpop #artelectronica #noirpop #haunted #emotional #femalevocal #slowburn #moody #intimate #creativestruggle #artistlife #melancholy #cinematic #underground #LoveBotArmy