EPISODE · May 1, 2026 · 4 MIN
Forget
from FRED STZ MUSIC · host FRED STZ
The first voice I knew was a slammed door hymn “Little girl, you don’t speak till I let you begin” He built me a cage with a key made of guilt Every “I love you” was a blade being built I learned that my skin was a lease, not a home That silence was safer than picking a bone Now I sit in a room with a stranger’s soft eyes And I say all the names that I’ve buried in lies I wanna peel every chapter, burn every regret I wanna be the woman who doesn’t look back yet Forget – forget – forget – forget – Let the past dissolve like a cigarette I’m not your daughter, not their toy – just forget Forget – forget – forget – He put his rage in a bottle, I called it romance Danced with the fist that would later slow-dance “You’re lucky I want you,” they’d whisper like prayer Woke up on tile floors with my teeth in my hair I performed a small death behind every locked door Let them write their names on my ribs – then I’d ask for more Now I sit in a room with a box of old triggers And I tell her the truth – my voice doesn’t flicker I wanna peel every chapter, burn every regret I wanna be the woman who doesn’t look back yet Forget – forget – forget – forget – Let the past dissolve like a cigarette I’m not your daughter, not their toy – just forget Forget – forget – forget – Therapy is a shovel in a graveyard at midnight You dig up the man who taught you that tenderness frightens And you look at his ghost and you laugh for the first time Because shame was his language – and silence was his crime I wanna peel every chapter, burn every regret I wanna be the woman who doesn’t look back yet Forget – forget – forget – forget – Let the past dissolve like a cigarette I’m not your daughter, not their toy – just forget Forget
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The first voice I knew was a slammed door hymn “Little girl, you don’t speak till I let you begin” He built me a cage with a key made of guilt Every “I love you” was a blade being built I learned that my skin was a lease, not a home That silence was safer than picking a bone Now I sit in a room with a stranger’s soft eyes And I say all the names that I’ve buried in lies I wanna peel every chapter, burn every regret I wanna be the woman who doesn’t look back yet Forget – forget – forget – forget – Let the past dissolve like a cigarette I’m not your daughter, not their toy – just forget Forget – forget – forget – He put his rage in a bottle, I called it romance Danced with the fist that would later slow-dance “You’re lucky I want you,” they’d whisper like prayer Woke up on tile floors with my teeth in my hair I performed a small death behind every locked door Let them write their names on my ribs – then I’d ask for more Now I sit in a room with a box of old triggers And I tell her the truth – my voice doesn’t flicker I wanna peel every chapter, burn every regret I wanna be the woman who doesn’t look back yet Forget – forget – forget – forget – Let the past dissolve like a cigarette I’m not your daughter, not their toy – just forget Forget – forget – forget – Therapy is a shovel in a graveyard at midnight You dig up the man who taught you that tenderness frightens And you look at his ghost and you laugh for the first time Because shame was his language – and silence was his crime I wanna peel every chapter, burn every regret I wanna be the woman who doesn’t look back yet Forget – forget – forget – forget – Let the past dissolve like a cigarette I’m not your daughter, not their toy – just forget Forget
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