Customer States AI Song

(Verse 1) Customer states, "My car won’t start, but it’s only when it’s cold." I pop the hood and see the truth, the battery’s too old. He says, "I thought it’d last for years, I never heard a sound," But now it’s drained and dead for good, just sittin’ on the ground. (Chorus) And I’ve seen it all a thousand times, From broken belts to worn-out lines. They tell me it’s a simple fix, But nothing’s ever quick like this. Customer states, "It’s just a little thing," But I know the trouble that it’ll bring. (Verse 2) Customer states, "The brakes feel off, but only when I stop." I check the pads, they’re paper-thin, the rotors nearly shot. He says, "I didn’t think they’d wear so fast, they’ve barely had the time," But metal’s grinding metal now, and that’s a costly crime. (Chorus) And I’ve seen it all a thousand times, From oil leaks to rusted signs. They say, "It’s just a quick repair," But I know more than they’re aware. Customer states, "It’s not that big a deal," But under all the parts, the truth’s revealed. (Bridge) They don’t see the miles or the strain inside, The toll it takes with every drive. They say, "It’s just a noise," but I can hear the cost, Of every check ignored, of every moment lost. (Chorus) And I’ve seen it all a thousand ways, From burning smells to engine haze. They say, "It’s minor, nothing’s wrong," But I’ve been at this far too long. Customer states, "It’s just a tiny quirk," But I know well the deeper kind of work. (Outro) So when they roll in, with stories half-told, I listen close, but I’ve already known. Customer states, "It’s just a small repair," But fixing what’s beneath—that’s the cross I bear.