Bully | Original Lyrics by Cassandra James (@jaedeura)

LYRICS


[Intro]

mmm-mm… ah-ah…
oo-ah… oo-ah…
(you watched… you watched…)

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[Verse 1]

You saw the red flags stacking up like unread messages,
and instead of warning me, you joked about it in corners I never saw.
You watched my hands shake from truths I didn’t know yet,
scrolling past my pain like it was another story you didn’t want to click.
My voice kept breaking, and you blamed the moment —
never the pattern, never the silence you kept.
(You saw… you knew… you did nothing…)

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[Pre-Chorus]

If this were online drama or a stranger’s heartbreak clip,
you’d be typing long paragraphs about justice and dignity.
But when it was me, breathing through the hurt beside you —
you muted the notifications,
you closed the chat,
you called it “not my business.”
(How could you do that?)

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[Chorus]

Bully -
not the one who crossed the line,
but the ones who kept the truth quiet to make the room more comfortable.
Bully -
not the betrayal itself,
but the people who let the damage grow because speaking up felt inconvenient.
Bully -
your silence was a shove,
your jokes were a bruise,
your indifference cut deeper than the act.
(you pushed me… you pushed me…)

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[Verse 2]

You said I “shouldn’t have checked,”
as if the wound only counts when the discovery is gentle.
You told me I “should forgive,”
but forgiveness doesn’t mean returning to the place that broke me.
You called it healing,
but what you meant was “please stay quiet so we don’t have to face it.”
And you preached kindness
while laughing about the mess that left me shaking alone.
(laughing… laughing…)

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[Pre-Chorus]

If I were someone on a screen retelling this story,
you’d defend me like I deserved the world.
But when the victim was me in your real life —
you chose comfort over courage,
and convenience over conscience.

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[Chorus]

Bully -
not the one who broke the trust,
but the circle who ghosted the truth to keep things “easy.”
Bully -
not the villain in the act,
but the audience who pretended their silence wasn’t a choice.
Bully -
your neutrality sharpened the wound,
your laughter rewrote the narrative against me.
(You knew… you knew…)

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[Chant]

oo-ah… oo-ah… mm-mm…

You watched the whole thing unfold like a storyline you didn’t want to interrupt,
(watched it… watched it…)

You had the screenshots and the whispers, but never the courage to send the truth,
(the truth… the truth…)

You kept the conversations alive in private, but left me clueless in real life,
(real life... real life...)

You said “not my place” — but it was my world collapsing in front of you,
(my world… my world…)

You saw the damage forming before I did, and still chose silence over decency,
(decency… decency…)

You stayed comfortable while I fell apart in real time, thinking distance equals innocence,
(innocence… innocence…)

You softened the story for the one who caused the harm, and hardened your heart for the one who took the hit,
(the hit… the hit…)

You laughed behind doors, then acted holy in daylight —
as if neutrality isn’t just another form of cruelty,
(cruelty… cruelty…)

You didn’t throw the first punch,
but you held the room open for every blow that followed,
(followed… followed…)

Silence is a weapon you pretended was harmless —
but it cut deeper than the betrayal itself.
(deeper… deeper…)

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[Bridge]

I was the one falling apart in real time,
and you all watched it like a livestream you didn’t want to comment on.
You kept your conscience clean
by letting me take the hit alone.
(Where were you?)

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[Final Chorus]

Bully -
not the one who hurt me first,
but the ones who kept me blind to every truth behind the curtain.
Bully -
not the sinner in the act,
but the saints who hid behind silence and called it peace.
Bully -
every laugh, every shrug, every “not my place”
is part of the bruise I still carry in my chest.
( part of the bruise… part of the bruise…)

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[Outro]

mm-mm… ah-ah…
oo-ah… oo-ah…

I kept wondering who hurt me the most…
but now it’s clear in the echo of everything I survived:
it wasn’t the one who broke me—
it was the bystanders who watched.
Because in the end…
bystanders are the worst bullies.
They just never see themselves in the story.

Mm-mm...