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Verse 1 – 4/4 — slow – almost spoken
| I WISH | on a WISH-bone | — | —
| That THIS | time you'll COME | HOME — | —

| You'll STAY | till the FALL | comes a-GAIN | —
| And we'll ALL | still be HERE | my FRIEND | —

Verse 2
| So IF | that's what it | TAKES — | —
| I'll GLUE | the LEAVES | back ON the TREES | —

| Make WIN | ter WAIT | a LITTLE | LONG-er |
| God KNOWS | your LIFE | couldn't HAVE | been GREATER |

Make WIN— | ter WAIT—
| a LITTLE | LONG—er

Chorus
| I WISH | on a WISH-bone | — | —
| That THIS | time you'll COME | HOME — | —

| By THIS | time next YEAR | maybe it'll | ALL have PASSED |
| My DEAR | — | My DEAR | — |

| There's AL | ways NEXT | YEAR — | —

My DEAR—
↓
My DEAR—
↓
There's AL-ways NEXT YEAR.

Wishbone

Repent
Hi, daddy.
I’m becoming homeless again.
Repent, repent, repent, bitch.
The stars we could reach`
if you dared to listen
But I repent.
You’re not my saint.
You have bad taste.
That’s why I hate myself.
You wanna call me bitter?
Say it soft.
Say it sweeter.
If you must`
say it soft.
It still cuts.
I never waited.
I bit back first.
I spit in bursts.
Gifted with grief.
Call it my curse.
Survived out of spite.
I tricked “Alive.”
But I promised myself:
I’ll never sleep outside again.
Nah!

You don’t get to talk about change,
not when you kept the match
and handed me the flame.
Homeless again?
Sure.
But I never asked you to build me a house.
I just asked you not to burn it down.
Say I flipped the script?
No.
I just quit the audition.
Stopped playing the side chick
in your hero fiction.
I’m the main story
in your best rendition.
Though the worst had passed.
Didn’t save enough air to last.

Didn’t think I’d still be gasping.
Mirrors of the past.
Cracks in the glass.
Ghost - A girl asking:

Why am I homeless again?
Homeless again.
They said I’ve changed.
Have I?
Or does time just pass by?


4 Days Till I’m Homeless
I’m not dead.
I’m not gone.
I just let go of the string.
And this feeling,
crept up on me.
Flashbacks bring false beliefs.


You’re the wire`
I am the fuse.
Let’s blow this joint.
Teach the Lord to lose.
If this ain’t working,
I’ll make new rules.
I’ll sit the world down,
take them back to school.
Ask what they’re acting for:
Love?

Money?


War?
Then they turn around`
and sin again.
So I’ll ask what they found:
Love?


Or connection?
Let’s try some truth
and action.
Do I have to blow up Israel
to get a reaction?
Can someone explain to Helle
what is happening?

Insanity is doing the same thing
over and over again,
expecting a different result.
Insanity
and science
describe the same.
Is insanity
just trying
to find sense?

4 days till I’m homeless.

Spent the last week
getting too seen.
I’m the righteous, never noticed.
I’ve been sober for a year.
Still…
4 days till I’m homeless.
Nights on the bench,
I watched her die.

Where I rested my head`
the last time,
I was homeless.

“You’re just like your mother…”
But at least I’m not my father.
I remember something he said:
“You’re just like your mother…”
No.


I was always different from the others.
I carry love
where they carry hate.
I carry both mine
and your guilt and shame,
so they’ll have a lighter name.
Doesn’t mean I never needed him.
He didn’t answer.
After I downed a bottle of pills.
Whose pain is shame?
And what is real?
If I can’t be safe…
I don’t want here.

Repent

I will survive.
But I’ll never recover.
Born with bullets in the chamber.
Hand me the revolver.

Shoot me.

I’m done waiting for closure.
Shoot me`
With a bullet holy.
Like prayer in reverse.
I’m not cursed`
I was rehearsed in the worst.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Tell God I’m sober.
Saint was watchin’
While I lost composure.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

I don’t need closure.
I bled through the cross
and came back colder.

(Repeat once with rising vocal stack)
( Flow punches, 808 kicks build each line)

Took the knife to my chest
Preacher hear my confession.
It wasn’t suicide, it was protection.

Blood on the altar, eyes wide.
Even holy water gotta pick a side.

Jesus wept, but I sing loud.

Turned hymns
into lines of powder.

If the Lord held a gun on creation day…
would He still make a girl
He’d throw away?

(HOOK – Repeat with deeper tone)
Bang. Bang. Bang.

Tell God I’m sober.
Saint was watchin’
while I lost composure.


Bang. Bang. Bang.

I don’t need closure.
I bled through the cross
and came back colder.’

(BRIDGE – whispered, layered over broken synth chords)
Forgive me, Father,
for what I became.

Swallowed my sins,
changed my name.
Saints in the mirror
don’t look the same.

Eyes gone hollow
who’s to blame?

(OUTRO – Spoken & Sung Hybrid, slow beat fade)
They say I survived`
like that’s the win.

But I scream in the silence
they buried me in.


I blink,
whole years gone missing.
I speak,
but no one’s listening.

So I
pull the trigger.

Scream in rhythm.
I make gospel hymns
out of violence.`

Bang.
The saint was watching.
But he never stopped me.
But he never stopped me.
But he never stopped me.

Bang , Bang , Bang


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Verse 1 – 4/4 — slow – almost spoken
| I WISH | on a WISH-bone | — | —
| That THIS | time you'll COME | HOME — | —

| You'll STAY | till the FALL | comes a-GAIN | —
| And we'll ALL | still be HERE | my FRIEND | —

Verse 2
| So IF | that's what it | TAKES — | —
| I'll GLUE | the LEAVES | back ON the TREES | —

| Make WIN | ter WAIT | a LITTLE | LONG-er |
| God KNOWS | your LIFE | couldn't HAVE | been GREATER |

Make WIN— | ter WAIT—
| a LITTLE | LONG—er

Chorus
| I WISH | on a WISH-bone | — | —
| That THIS | time you'll COME | HOME — | —

| By THIS | time next YEAR | maybe it'll | ALL have PASSED |
| My DEAR | — | My DEAR | — |

| There's AL | ways NEXT | YEAR — | —

My DEAR—
↓
My DEAR—
↓
There's AL-ways NEXT YEAR.

Wishbone

Repent
Hi, daddy.
I’m becoming homeless again.
Repent, repent, repent, bitch.
The stars we could reach`
if you dared to listen
But I repent.
You’re not my saint.
You have bad taste.
That’s why I hate myself.
You wanna call me bitter?
Say it soft.
Say it sweeter.
If you must`
say it soft.
It still cuts.
I never waited.
I bit back first.
I spit in bursts.
Gifted with grief.
Call it my curse.
Survived out of spite.
I tricked “Alive.”
But I promised myself:
I’ll never sleep outside again.
Nah!

You don’t get to talk about change,
not when you kept the match
and handed me the flame.
Homeless again?
Sure.
But I never asked you to build me a house.
I just asked you not to burn it down.
Say I flipped the script?
No.
I just quit the audition.
Stopped playing the side chick
in your hero fiction.
I’m the main story
in your best rendition.
Though the worst had passed.
Didn’t save enough air to last.

Didn’t think I’d still be gasping.
Mirrors of the past.
Cracks in the glass.
Ghost - A girl asking:

Why am I homeless again?
Homeless again.
They said I’ve changed.
Have I?
Or does time just pass by?


4 Days Till I’m Homeless
I’m not dead.
I’m not gone.
I just let go of the string.
And this feeling,
crept up on me.
Flashbacks bring false beliefs.


You’re the wire`
I am the fuse.
Let’s blow this joint.
Teach the Lord to lose.
If this ain’t working,
I’ll make new rules.
I’ll sit the world down,
take them back to school.
Ask what they’re acting for:
Love?

Money?


War?
Then they turn around`
and sin again.
So I’ll ask what they found:
Love?


Or connection?
Let’s try some truth
and action.
Do I have to blow up Israel
to get a reaction?
Can someone explain to Helle
what is happening?

Insanity is doing the same thing
over and over again,
expecting a different result.
Insanity
and science
describe the same.
Is insanity
just trying
to find sense?

4 days till I’m homeless.

Spent the last week
getting too seen.
I’m the righteous, never noticed.
I’ve been sober for a year.
Still…
4 days till I’m homeless.
Nights on the bench,
I watched her die.

Where I rested my head`
the last time,
I was homeless.

“You’re just like your mother…”
But at least I’m not my father.
I remember something he said:
“You’re just like your mother…”
No.


I was always different from the others.
I carry love
where they carry hate.
I carry both mine
and your guilt and shame,
so they’ll have a lighter name.
Doesn’t mean I never needed him.
He didn’t answer.
After I downed a bottle of pills.
Whose pain is shame?
And what is real?
If I can’t be safe…
I don’t want here.

Repent

I will survive.
But I’ll never recover.
Born with bullets in the chamber.
Hand me the revolver.

Shoot me.

I’m done waiting for closure.
Shoot me`
With a bullet holy.
Like prayer in reverse.
I’m not cursed`
I was rehearsed in the worst.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Tell God I’m sober.
Saint was watchin’
While I lost composure.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

I don’t need closure.
I bled through the cross
and came back colder.

(Repeat once with rising vocal stack)
( Flow punches, 808 kicks build each line)

Took the knife to my chest
Preacher hear my confession.
It wasn’t suicide, it was protection.

Blood on the altar, eyes wide.
Even holy water gotta pick a side.

Jesus wept, but I sing loud.

Turned hymns
into lines of powder.

If the Lord held a gun on creation day…
would He still make a girl
He’d throw away?

(HOOK – Repeat with deeper tone)
Bang. Bang. Bang.

Tell God I’m sober.
Saint was watchin’
while I lost composure.


Bang. Bang. Bang.

I don’t need closure.
I bled through the cross
and came back colder.’

(BRIDGE – whispered, layered over broken synth chords)
Forgive me, Father,
for what I became.

Swallowed my sins,
changed my name.
Saints in the mirror
don’t look the same.

Eyes gone hollow
who’s to blame?

(OUTRO – Spoken & Sung Hybrid, slow beat fade)
They say I survived`
like that’s the win.

But I scream in the silence
they buried me in.


I blink,
whole years gone missing.
I speak,
but no one’s listening.

So I
pull the trigger.

Scream in rhythm.
I make gospel hymns
out of violence.`

Bang.
The saint was watching.
But he never stopped me.
But he never stopped me.
But he never stopped me.

Bang , Bang , Bang

No More Love in My Bones
(by Polaria)

I pull the weeds from my heart.
Watch where love once birthed this spark.
Watch me strike the match.
Run!
I’m off track.
Tried to tend, bend, bleed for your approval.
Now I look like the fool.
And you —
You just watched.


Acted shocked
when my absence screamed in holy hymns
for the ones who really needed them.
I pull the weeds from my heart, corrupted from the start.
I dissect every shattered part.
If I crack,
fully,
loudly,
wide`
Let it stitch up my broken pride.
I infect each branch of those rotting roots.
And I’ll dance on your grave in my favorite boots.
I just wanted your love. Your respect. But I was born a deficit.


This mirror I hold,
does it shame you like a stain on all you ever loved?
Did I do something wrong?
There’s no more love in my bones.


This pride was my own.
This pain in my tone;
This story is my song.
No more love in my bones.
But still stories to be told.
So many stories to be told.
Did I do something wrong?
There’s no more love in my bones.
Lost searching for your;
“Approval.”
Now you look the fool.
I took teachers and preachers back to school.
Now you beg for my approval.
There’s no more love in my bones.
This house was my home.


This story was my own, before I saw you all.
You are hard to love,
not what I thought at all.
At all. At all.

No more love in my bones

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Verse 1 – 4/4 — slow – almost spoken
| I WISH | on a WISH-bone | — | —
| That THIS | time you'll COME | HOME — | —

| You'll STAY | till the FALL | comes a-GAIN | —
| And we'll ALL | still be HERE | my FRIEND | —

Verse 2
| So IF | that's what it | TAKES — | —
| I'll GLUE | the LEAVES | back ON the TREES | —

| Make WIN | ter WAIT | a LITTLE | LONG-er |
| God KNOWS | your LIFE | couldn't HAVE | been GREATER |

Make WIN— | ter WAIT—
| a LITTLE | LONG—er

Chorus
| I WISH | on a WISH-bone | — | —
| That THIS | time you'll COME | HOME — | —

| By THIS | time next YEAR | maybe it'll | ALL have PASSED |
| My DEAR | — | My DEAR | — |

| There's AL | ways NEXT | YEAR — | —

My DEAR—
↓
My DEAR—
↓
There's AL-ways NEXT YEAR.

Wishbone

Repent
Hi, daddy.
I’m becoming homeless again.
Repent, repent, repent, bitch.
The stars we could reach`
if you dared to listen
But I repent.
You’re not my saint.
You have bad taste.
That’s why I hate myself.
You wanna call me bitter?
Say it soft.
Say it sweeter.
If you must`
say it soft.
It still cuts.
I never waited.
I bit back first.
I spit in bursts.
Gifted with grief.
Call it my curse.
Survived out of spite.
I tricked “Alive.”
But I promised myself:
I’ll never sleep outside again.
Nah!

You don’t get to talk about change,
not when you kept the match
and handed me the flame.
Homeless again?
Sure.
But I never asked you to build me a house.
I just asked you not to burn it down.
Say I flipped the script?
No.
I just quit the audition.
Stopped playing the side chick
in your hero fiction.
I’m the main story
in your best rendition.
Though the worst had passed.
Didn’t save enough air to last.

Didn’t think I’d still be gasping.
Mirrors of the past.
Cracks in the glass.
Ghost - A girl asking:

Why am I homeless again?
Homeless again.
They said I’ve changed.
Have I?
Or does time just pass by?


4 Days Till I’m Homeless
I’m not dead.
I’m not gone.
I just let go of the string.
And this feeling,
crept up on me.
Flashbacks bring false beliefs.


You’re the wire`
I am the fuse.
Let’s blow this joint.
Teach the Lord to lose.
If this ain’t working,
I’ll make new rules.
I’ll sit the world down,
take them back to school.
Ask what they’re acting for:
Love?

Money?


War?
Then they turn around`
and sin again.
So I’ll ask what they found:
Love?


Or connection?
Let’s try some truth
and action.
Do I have to blow up Israel
to get a reaction?
Can someone explain to Helle
what is happening?

Insanity is doing the same thing
over and over again,
expecting a different result.
Insanity
and science
describe the same.
Is insanity
just trying
to find sense?

4 days till I’m homeless.

Spent the last week
getting too seen.
I’m the righteous, never noticed.
I’ve been sober for a year.
Still…
4 days till I’m homeless.
Nights on the bench,
I watched her die.

Where I rested my head`
the last time,
I was homeless.

“You’re just like your mother…”
But at least I’m not my father.
I remember something he said:
“You’re just like your mother…”
No.


I was always different from the others.
I carry love
where they carry hate.
I carry both mine
and your guilt and shame,
so they’ll have a lighter name.
Doesn’t mean I never needed him.
He didn’t answer.
After I downed a bottle of pills.
Whose pain is shame?
And what is real?
If I can’t be safe…
I don’t want here.

Repent

I will survive.
But I’ll never recover.
Born with bullets in the chamber.
Hand me the revolver.

Shoot me.

I’m done waiting for closure.
Shoot me`
With a bullet holy.
Like prayer in reverse.
I’m not cursed`
I was rehearsed in the worst.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Tell God I’m sober.
Saint was watchin’
While I lost composure.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

I don’t need closure.
I bled through the cross
and came back colder.

(Repeat once with rising vocal stack)
( Flow punches, 808 kicks build each line)

Took the knife to my chest
Preacher hear my confession.
It wasn’t suicide, it was protection.

Blood on the altar, eyes wide.
Even holy water gotta pick a side.

Jesus wept, but I sing loud.

Turned hymns
into lines of powder.

If the Lord held a gun on creation day…
would He still make a girl
He’d throw away?

(HOOK – Repeat with deeper tone)
Bang. Bang. Bang.

Tell God I’m sober.
Saint was watchin’
while I lost composure.


Bang. Bang. Bang.

I don’t need closure.
I bled through the cross
and came back colder.’

(BRIDGE – whispered, layered over broken synth chords)
Forgive me, Father,
for what I became.

Swallowed my sins,
changed my name.
Saints in the mirror
don’t look the same.

Eyes gone hollow
who’s to blame?

(OUTRO – Spoken & Sung Hybrid, slow beat fade)
They say I survived`
like that’s the win.

But I scream in the silence
they buried me in.


I blink,
whole years gone missing.
I speak,
but no one’s listening.

So I
pull the trigger.

Scream in rhythm.
I make gospel hymns
out of violence.`

Bang.
The saint was watching.
But he never stopped me.
But he never stopped me.
But he never stopped me.

Bang , Bang , Bang

No More Love in My Bones
(by Polaria)

I pull the weeds from my heart.
Watch where love once birthed this spark.
Watch me strike the match.
Run!
I’m off track.
Tried to tend, bend, bleed for your approval.
Now I look like the fool.
And you —
You just watched.


Acted shocked
when my absence screamed in holy hymns
for the ones who really needed them.
I pull the weeds from my heart, corrupted from the start.
I dissect every shattered part.
If I crack,
fully,
loudly,
wide`
Let it stitch up my broken pride.
I infect each branch of those rotting roots.
And I’ll dance on your grave in my favorite boots.
I just wanted your love. Your respect. But I was born a deficit.


This mirror I hold,
does it shame you like a stain on all you ever loved?
Did I do something wrong?
There’s no more love in my bones.


This pride was my own.
This pain in my tone;
This story is my song.
No more love in my bones.
But still stories to be told.
So many stories to be told.
Did I do something wrong?
There’s no more love in my bones.
Lost searching for your;
“Approval.”
Now you look the fool.
I took teachers and preachers back to school.
Now you beg for my approval.
There’s no more love in my bones.
This house was my home.


This story was my own, before I saw you all.
You are hard to love,
not what I thought at all.
At all. At all.

No more love in my bones


About Me

Bio

Helle Marie Berntzen is a Norwegian lyricist and writer whose work moves between poetic realism, psychological depth, and social reflection. Her lyrics are rooted in lived experience and explore themes such as identity, power, vulnerability, alienation, love, and resilience. She writes from the intersection of the personal and the political, where inner life meets social structures.

Her texts are often cinematic and emotionally driven, built around strong imagery, narrative progression, and honest language. She works both with minimalist, intimate lyrics and more conceptual pieces suited for alternative, pop, indie, hip-hop, and experimental projects.

With a background as a published author and social debater, Helle Marie brings a distinctive voice to songwriting: reflective, fearless, and human. Her writing is shaped by close observation of people and systems, and by an ability to translate complex inner states into clear, performable lyrics.

She offers original lyrics for artists, producers, and creative projects, and is open to both exclusive rights sales and licensed collaborations.

Primary themes: identity, power, mental states, freedom, trauma, love, social reality
Styles: poetic, narrative, introspective, dark pop, alternative, spoken-word influenced
Available for: custom lyrics, co-writing, exclusive and non-exclusive sales

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