Uploaded March 2026 | Updated September 2026, 1 week ago
π΅ Sweetest Poison by NyzaStudios β Latin Pop Lyric Video
Latin Pop | 92 BPM
She knows exactly when he's about to lieβhis jaw tightens, his fingers tap the table three times. He does it now, telling her he was working late, and she smiles anyway because the lie tastes better than the truth. She's learned to love the person he pretends to be, and that's the addiction she can't quit.
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π΅ Sweetest Poison by NyzaStudios β Latin Pop Lyric Video
Latin Pop | 92 BPM
She knows exactly when he's about to lieβhis jaw tightens, his fingers tap the table three times. He does it now, telling her he was working late, and she smiles anyway because the lie tastes better than the truth. She's learned to love the person he pretends to be, and that's the addiction she can't quit.
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![Loud Enough | Original Song from Nyza Stories
π΅ An original song accompanying the Nyza Stories episode The Woman Who Clapped Too Loud β the thing that embarrassed you for thirty years was somebodys deliberate, unglamorous kindness β and it was never actually about you
π¬ Watch the full story: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v 3bMPO_t2zE
β¦ LYRICS β¦
[Intro]
Ninety-four, and the rain came down
So they moved field day to the gym
[Verse 1]
He came in fourth, and fourth gets nothing
Just a name read off a list
Two hundred hands went politely quiet
And one pair wouldnt quit
Half a beat early, always early
Three hits, and then three more
Everybody turned around to see her
Nobody knew what for
[Verse 2]
Ninety-nine, three hundred sitting
One green coat up in row nine
Straight from the register with sawdust on her
Clapping out of time
He was thirteen, holding a trombone
Wishing that the floor would take him down
He never once looked past his own name
To hear her going all the way down
[Pre-Chorus]
Every name.
Every stranger.
Every kid that nobody came for.
Every empty chair.
[Chorus]
Thirty-one years and four hundred names
Same coat, same back row, same cold folding chair
She was never in it for the winners
She was clapping so that somebody was there
Loud enough, loud enough
Loud enough to turn around
[Verse 3]
Forty years old in a hallway in April
Heard it come through a closed door
Half a beat early, always early
And he knew that sound from before
[Chorus]
Thirty-one years and four hundred names
Same coat, same back row, same cold folding chair
She was never in it for the winners
She was clapping so that somebody was there
Loud enough, loud enough
Loud enough to turn around
[Bridge]
Sixty-four, and she was nine years old
Third place, and she turned around
And the whole row behind her was empty
And she never made a sound
She said, I could still draw you that empty row
I could tell you where each chair had been
She said, I never told you, baby, cause
You would have made me stop again
[Final Chorus]
Thirty-one years and four hundred names
Same coat, same back row, same cold folding chair
Now theres three of us out here in the empty
And a girl with a trombone turns to stare
Loud enough, loud enough
Loud enough to turn around
[Outro]
Somebodys here
Somebodys here
Somebodys here for you
Somebodys here
β¦ NYZA STUDIOS β¦
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#NyzaStudios #NyzaStories #LoudEnough #LyricVideo #IndieFolk #OriginalMusic #Cinematic Loud Enough | Original Song from Nyza Stories](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/yZ_6wb4wIrE/mqdefault.jpg)



