[Pity Parade
Genre: Dark Pop]
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[Intro ]
One candle.
One wish.
One chair.
Light it… if you dare.
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[Verse 1 ]
The hostess asked, “Will someone else be joining?”
I laughed—funny how that still stings.
Frosting on my fork like war paint,
Toasting to ghosts in plastic pink rings.
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[Pre-Chorus sining ]
Smile stapled tight, streamers sagging low,
“Surprise!” to the silence, the only guest I know.
I blew out the past, it refused to go—
Still here, dressed up in shadow.
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[Chorus singing ]
I’m the guest of honor at my pity parade,
Balloons full of blame, cake laced with shame.
No RSVP, just regret on replay—
Sip my sorrow like champagne.
This ain’t confetti, it’s pieces of me,
Sliced clean on porcelain grief.
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[Verse 2 ]
Whispers lit the candles, uninvited flames,
Each one a name I never reclaimed.
I serve failure like fine wine,
With a bitter twist and a touch of spine.
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[Pre-Chorus ]
The playlist skips, my memories don’t,
They hum along in a minor note.
Gift bags filled with old mistakes,
Wrapped in red ribbons and heartache.
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[Chorus ]
I’m the guest of honor at my pity parade,
Choking on cheers I never made.
No RSVP, just ghosts who stay—
Clapping for the mess I became.
This ain’t confetti, it’s pieces of me,
Hung like streamers, unwillingly.
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[Bridge]
They’ll say I throw the best affairs—
Elegance stitched from despair.
But tell me this:
If I vanish with the final slice,
Will they even notice I was there?
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[Final Chorus ]
I’m the guest of honor at my pity parade,
One chair, one candle, one name to fade.
No RSVP, just the ache that stayed—
Clapping for a girl too tired to be brave.
This ain’t confetti, it’s pieces of me.
So blow out the light—
and set me free.
ShellyG3
