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because i'm blunt? - maeve noiré lyrics

you tell me, “just be honest,”
like you’re opening the floor for truth
like you’re handing me permission
to finally speak without checking the temperature of the room first
you ask me to be real—
but what you mean is:
“be real, but only in a way that still flatters me
be honest, but only if it’s soft
gentle
rounded at the edges
and won’t make me look at myself too closely.”

you want the kind of honesty that tastes sweet еnough to swallow
not the kind that’s heavy, raw
or built from the samе grit i had to grow up on
but i don’t speak in half*truths or sugar*dipped explanations
i’ve spent my entire life trying to decode messy conversations
trying to lipread through nonsense
trying to survive misunderstandings you don’t even notice—
so forgive me
if my words come out unpolished, uncensored
and straight to the point
i learned a long time ago that softening the truth only makes people ignore it
and i’m too tired for invisibility

i’m not harsh—
you’re just used to people packaging their truths
in ways that won’t threaten your comfort
i’m not rude—
you’re just shocked to hear honesty delivered without a sugar glaze and a permission slip
because i’m blunt??
because i don’t wrap my sentences in seven layers of emotional bubble wrap to protect your delicate self*image?
because i won’t twist my reality into something prettier
smaller
or easier for you to digest?
you call it rude
but i call it surviving a world where clarity is the only thing
keeping me from drowning
you call it harsh
but that’s because you’ve never had to fight for every single piece of communication
just to stay included
i’m not the villain—
you’re just uncomfortable with the kind of truth that doesn’t apologize for existing

i don’t have the luxury of speaking in riddles
or dancing around the point because ambiguity costs me everything
i grew up having to say things plainly or risk being misunderstood entirely
i can’t afford the messiness of “hinting,” “implying,”
or “assumed context.”
my world was built on decoded syllables, broken lip movements, and people whispering into the air
instead of facing me—
so clarity became my only weapon and directness became my only language

but to you?
it’s “too much.”
it’s “aggressive.”
it’s “why do you talk like that?”
you hear a clean sentence and take offense to the lack of frosting, as if i’m supposed to decorate my speech like a cake made for your approval
but i don’t have time to make the truth pretty just so you can swallow it without tasting anything real
i don’t filter myself
because life never filtered anything for me
and if you think honesty is violence
maybe you’re more fragile
than you pretend to be

because i’m blunt??
because i use my voice without trimming it down to fit inside your comfort zone?
because i refuse to lie politely just to keep the peace you never give back?
you call me rude—
but i call it being aware that disguising the truth only teaches people to ignore me
you call me harsh—
but i call it refusing to shrink so you don’t have to grow
i’m not the one with the problem—
i just speak like someone who’s tired of being misunderstood on purpose

“did you have to say it like that?”
yes
because any softer and you wouldn’t have taken me seriously
any gentler and you would’ve dismissed it as an opinion instead of truth
any quieter and you would’ve walked away thinking nothing needed to change
i’m blunt
because delicacy gets erased
i’m blunt
because you don’t listen unless the truth stands in front of you
completely exposed
i’m blunt
because i don’t have the energy to translate my honesty
into something that tastes better to you
i don’t do sugar
i don’t do masks
i don’t do fake gentleness to protect people from facts
you want soft lies?
find someone else
you asked for the truth—
and i answered like myself

because i’m blunt??
because my truth doesn’t come with a warning label or a beauty filter?
because i speak with the same intensity that life handed me?
you call it rude—
but maybe you’re just scared of hearing something that doesn’t flatter you
you call it harsh—
but maybe the truth shouldn’t always be painless
i’m done shrinking
done softening
done rewriting myself
so you won’t flinch
if the truth hurts—
maybe it’s doing exactly what you needed it to
and if my honesty offends you—
ask yourself why you asked for it in the first place

i speak directly because life never gave me the luxury of vague answers or quiet lies
if my truth feels sharp to you, that’s because it’s real
if my bluntness bothers you
that’s because you’ve lived your life protected by soft words i never got
i’m blunt
because survival taught me to be—
and i’m done apologizing for speaking in a language that finally keeps me whole

- maeve noire lyrics

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