The Premise

This has indeed been mentioned by another user. He referred to the main theme of love songs in pop and rock n' roll culture being heavily saturated with oneitis.

"Never let me go."

"She's the one for me."

Lyrics such as these are sang loudy and often, romanticizing the fanciful idea that there is this one special person for everyone, which we know is not true.

How This Relates to Me

I was raised in music. My father was a pianist and songwriter. My siblings and I sang together often as a family, with him as the choir director. I played many instruments on and off, occasionally getting vocal lessons.

Naturally, I grew into a singer/songwriter. Music became my way of expression.

To put it simply, I wrote songs about the shit that made me sad.

The Redpill Story and How It Ties In

When I began my second job, I fell in love. I was 17, she was 16.5, and boy was I in for a treat.

Having previously worked as a waiter in a large restaurant, alongside reading too much seduction/PUA literature, I was very good with people. I was charismatic on the outside, and an excellent flirt. So it wasn't difficult to impress literally all of my coworkers. I was always the center of attention there.

The girl was an easy 9/10. Had been scouted by modeling agencies on IG. Picture an older, slim Merida (Disney's Brave) that is also smoking hot. Additionally, we had literally everything in common. I could already see myself painting the picket fence.

I'll breeze through what comes next because I know the vast majority of you have been through this.

We Snapchatted back and forth for about a month. I flirted heavily. She fucking loved it. She flirted back. She enjoyed my Snap selfies and loved replying to them with things like "daaaaamn!"

I grew the balls to ask her out. She shut that shit down. I decided not to blink and was the first person to actually say "let's just be friends." But I got mad and backtracked. I asked her why she led me on, she said she didn't. I insisted.

Then she cut me out of her life like a cancer.

That shit stung like a quintessential sumbitch. I swearvI had never felt anything like that before and never want to again.

It's also important to note that she was (and clearly stated) that while we talked, she was interested in someone else. I knew this and tried anyway.

Down the line, I wrote a song about the incident, before having been exposed to TRP, and now I realize the lyrics literally buck the love song trend. In a sense they are a warning to blue pilled simps, a call to the truth for those chained by a toxic girl.

Posting an actual art form in his sub is admittedly out of the ordinary, but trust me, it will make sense once you start reading.

The song is called Winterspell and goes:

How did I get here It all seemed so clear How did she make me fall so far down Shimmer in her smile Light behind her eyes And I'm six feet underground now

She left a trail in her wake Out in the snow Out on the ocean It led my heart faraway I saw the ghost Dance in slow motion

With her black ink She painted out the stars She left me cold And barely breathing But still I chased Her echo through the dark 'Cause I believed She was worth saving

Hey nah nah nah nah now My mother told me so Should have known Wishing the snow goodbye goodbye Lone and let down I had to let you go Let you go

When did I awake It all seemed so fake Trapped deep inside an endless nightmare Always on my mind Seeking for her grace Suffocating and reaching for air

She left a trail in her wake Out in the snow Out on the ocean It led my heart faraway I saw the ghost Dance in slow motion

With her black ink She painted out the stars She left me cold And barely breathing But still I chased Her echo through the dark 'Cause I believed She was worth saving

Hey nah nah nah nah now My mother told me so Should have known Wishing the snow goodbye goodbye Lone and let down I had to let you go Let you go

Let me be Let me be No, no longer chasing your footsteps Tracing trails Stop haunting me Haunting me I, I feel your winter ice Release my mind I'm free

Hey nah nah nah nah now My mother told me so Should have known Wishing the snow goodbye goodbye Lone and let down I had to let you go Let you go

That is probably the most redpill shit I've seen written by someone TRP is entirely privy to.

How did you get there? You put her on a pedestal and became mesmerized by her body. Before you knew it you were a dancing monkey, a dog with it's tail between its legs, trying to please her.

You think she's worth your trouble? She likely isn't.

You are better lone than tied down by baggage. You were let down. So? Walk it off.

There is no "you're the one."

There is no "take me back."

No, you next. You move on. You have to let her go.