THE LEDGERS OPEN.STORYTELLING A SONG. FROM OLD LYRICS NEEDED TO BE REWRITTEN .HAZEL DOLTON.

THE LEDGERS OPEN.STORYTELLING A SONG. FROM OLD LYRICS NEEDED TO BE REWRITTEN .HAZEL DOLTON. THE LEDGERS OPEN [VERSE 1] A ledger, bound in plain gray thread, holds every hour I kept unsaid. Each folded plan, a silent plea, the "no" I swallowed, meant for me. Notes scribbled in the margin's space, a truth I couldn't quite erase. Footprints pressed within the page, a life confined inside this cage. [PRE-CHORUS] I carried this weight, stone by stone, kept the whole thing locked and lone. Now the thread is pulling apart, and every page is heating up. [CHORUS] Flip it over, say it back Read it close, don't hold it back I made these marks, I made this track Every line comes back, comes back I wrote it down, I wore the proof Now look me in the eye and call it truth [VERSE 2] The ink is faded, lines are blurred, a quiet promise, softly heard. I built these walls, brick by careful brick, a silent language, a subtle trick. Each whispered wish, a heavy stone, a path I walked completely alone. But shadows stretch and daylight fades, and truth emerges from the masquerades. [PRE-CHORUS] I carried this weight, stone by stone, kept the whole thing locked and lone. Now the thread is pulling apart, and every page is heating up. [CHORUS] Flip it over, say it back Read it close, don't hold it back I made these marks, I made this track Every line comes back, comes back I wrote it down, I wore the proof Now look me in the eye and call it truth [BRIDGE] Maybe the cage was built by me, a safe enclosure, just to be. But safety's lost its gentle hold, a story waiting to unfold. No more hiding in the seams, just quiet whispers, waking dreams. [CHORUS] Flip it over, say it back Read it close, don't hold it back I made these marks, I made this track Every line comes back, comes back I wrote it down, I wore the proof Now look me in the eye and call it truth [OUTRO] The ledger's open, pages bare, a whispered breath, a silent prayer. No more keeping, no more dread, just open air instead. The story's soft, the ink runs thin, a gentle ending, to begin. A quiet truth, finally free, just breathing now, for you and me.