LYRIC FOR SALE

By Shelley violet Smith

Verse 1
Ooh, the many moods of you
Always trying to anticipate your next move
I know it’s coming,
Out of nowhere
You switch it up just like the weather
A storm is coming... I’m not ready


Hook
Unpredictable, unpredictable
I can't predict your next move.
Unpredictable, unpredictable.


Pre chorus
Hyper-vigilance
You burned it into me
I brace for the next strike

Chorus
I try to shrink out of your sight
Stay out of your mind tonight
I won't face the storm this time
Every strike marks the darkness of my broken mind

Verse 2
Which version of you will come through?
I live in fear, forever confused
You seem so tender in this moment
But the storm of your wrath brews beneath this act

Hook
Unpredictable, unpredictable
I can't predict your next move.
Unpredictable, unpredictable.


Pre chorus
Hyper-vigilance
You burned it into me
I brace for the next strike

Chorus
I try to shrink out of your sight
Stay out of your mind tonight
I won't face the storm this time
Every strike marks the darkness of my broken mind

Bridge
Another day treading carefully
Afraid I’ll be another tragic statistic
I don’t want to live this way
No more predicting if you’ll turn on me again

Hook
Unpredictable, unpredictable
I won't exist just reading your moods
Unpredictable, unpredictable.


Pre chorus
Hyper‑vigilance
You burned it into me
But I’m out of reach of your strikes
It’s time to heal from this

Chorus
I won’t shrink out of your sight
I’ll be haunting your mind tonight
This time the storm is mine
I won’t strike - but I’ll hit you where it hurts, justice on my side