Glass House Kid

[Verse 1]
You said I was too much trouble
So you turned the TV up
Left me counting ceiling cracks
While you emptied out your cup
Names like knives in the kitchen
Slamming doors instead of care
I learned early how to disappear
While you pretended I wasn't there
[Pre-Chorus]
I was begging for a bandage
You were pouring on the salt
Every scar you ever gave me
You swear is my fault (my fault)
[Chorus]
But I'm not your victim
Not your sin
Not the bruises on my skin
I'm the voice you tried to crush
Coming back
Coming back again
You built my world on shattered glass
Thought I'd break
That I would crash
I'm the storm you said I'd never be
And you're not the end of me
[Verse 2]
Hands that should have held me safe
Traced a map that wasn't theirs
Stole the meaning off my body
Left me drowning in their stares
Then strangers boxed my life in bags
Took my name from off the wall
New bed
New house
New smiling lies
Same old ache beneath it all
[Pre-Chorus]
I was hiding in the corners
You were saying
"Just be tough"
Every time the room fell silent
I learned I was enough (enough)
[Chorus]
'Cause I'm not your secret
Not your shame
Not the echo of your blame
I'm the siren in the dark
Burning up
Burning up the chains
You built my world on shattered glass
Thought I'd fade into the past
I'm the fire you said I'd never be
And you're not the end of me
[Bridge]
I stitched myself from broken toys
From whispered prayers and stolen nights
From every "no" I turned to "go"
From every fear I set alight
So hear me now
I'm saying it
To every ghost inside my spine
You don't own a single breath
This body
This heart are mine (all mine)
[Chorus]
I'm not your victim
Not your sin
Not the bruises on my skin
I'm the voice you tried to crush
Roaring back
Roaring back again
You built my world on shattered glass
Watched me bleed
Then turned your back
I'm the life you said I'd never see
And you're not the end of me
[Outro]
Glass house kid
Now a fortress
Now a flame
Say my name
Say my name
You will remember what you made (yeah)
But you
You are not the end of me

rock, Arena-ready pop-rock with female powerhouse vocals over gritty guitars, moody piano, and stadium drums. First verse sits in a brooding half-time groove, then pre-chorus adds rising toms and synth pads. Chorus explodes with stacked harmonies, octave-doubled lead, and wide distorted guitars. Bridge strips back to piano and distant choir pads, then slams into a final, modulated hook with ad-lib runs on top., pop