Waste of Breath: Song Lyrics About Ignoring Haters, Unshakable Confidence, and Standing Your Ground
Waste of Breath by Thorne Empire

Yo, y’all talking loud, but your words don’t mean a thing,
Like shadows in the dark, you ain’t even in the ring.
You are a glitch in the static, a flicker, a fade,
Tryna throw dirt, but you are just a temporary grade.
I’m a storm in the making, a force you can’t cage,
You are a paper thin page, I’m a god damn manuscript.
You talk tough, but you ain’t built for the war,
Just a memory fading like the tide on the shore.
Your jealousy loud, but your impact is weak,
You are a trend that will vanish by the end of the week.
Like ice in the sun, you melt when you heat,
I’m a diamond in the rough, you just obsolete.
You are just a whisper in the wind, a flicker in the night,
Talk all you want, but you ain’t got my drive.
I’m steady, I’m solid, I’m built to last,
You are just a ghost, a shadow that will pass.
You are just a ghost, a shadow that will pass.
I’m the hunger you feel when your belly’s gone dry,
You are a spark in the dark, but I’m the whole damn sky.
Your words fall flat like a beat with no soul,
I’m the anthem they sing when they are ready to roll.
You are just a temporary echo, a shadow of the weak,
My words are the anthem that many will hear,
I will outlast you like stone, while you crumble to dust,
So don’t bother with the hate, jealousy's weak.
You are just a whisper in the wind, a flicker in the night,
Talk all you want, but you ain’t got my drive.
I’m steady, I’m solid, I’m built to last,
You are just a ghost, a shadow that will pass.
You are just a ghost, a shadow that will pass.
You are just a whisper in the wind, a flicker in the night,
Talk all you want, but you ain’t got my drive.
I’m steady, I’m solid, I’m built to last,
You are just a ghost, a shadow that will pass.
You are just a ghost, a shadow that will pass.
About the Creator
Thorne Empire
I write the lyrics and let the AI carry the tune. Sometimes it’s magic, sometimes it misses the mark; but every word is a piece of me. Whether it hits or not, the fact that you listened, and felt anything at all; that means everything.
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