[Intro – crisp snaps, airy synth]
(Hollow snaps + hazy pad)
(Spoken, cold)
Smile pretty.
Sit still.
Be nice.
…yeah, I’m done with that.
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[Verse 1 – tight, rhythmic, attitude]
They taught me how to fold my rage,
Cross my legs and stay well-behaved.
Always nod, never raise my voice,
Sweet on the surface, swallow the choice.
“Good girl” painted on my skin,
Every rule stitched in like sin.
I played their part, wore their crown—
But I’m not built to stay bowed down.
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[Pre-Chorus – lift, simmering rebellion]
I kept the peace, I bit my tongue,
But quiet kills when you’re this young.
If breaking rules means finding me—
Then let the glass rain at my feet.
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[Chorus – anthem, powerful, catchy]
I’m done with glass ceilings & good girls,
Done being small in a big world.
I’ve bled for classes I’ll never pass—
Now watch me rise from all that glass.
No more shrinking down to please,
No more crawling on my knees.
You want pretty?
Watch me burn—
It’s my turn.
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[Verse 2 – sharper, more emotional bite]
They liked me quiet, liked me tame,
Loved the version with no flame.
Called me “sweetheart,” called me “kind,”
But never asked what lived inside.
I tried to fit inside the frame,
Till every edge carved out my name.
I broke my smile trying to stay—
Now breaking out feels like escape.
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[Pre-Chorus – variation, stronger]
I bit back truth to stay polite,
But silence never saved my life.
If being “good” means losing me—
Then watch how fast I choose to leave.
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[Chorus – fuller, layered vocals]
I’m done with glass ceilings & good girls,
Done being quiet in a loud world.
I’ve bled for crowns I’ll never wear—
Now watch me rise from the shards in my hair.
No more shrinking to behave,
No more bending till I break.
You want perfect?
Watch me burn—
It’s my turn.
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[Bridge – airy, haunting, spoken/sung]
(Spoken softly)
Good girl,
good girl,
good girl—
that’s all they ever called me.
(sung, darker)
But I’ve got storms beneath my ribs,
Lightning in the life I live.
If breaking out is breaking rules—
Then breaking free is what I choose.
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[Final Chorus – explosive, triumphant]
I’m done with glass ceilings & good girls,
Done being fragile in their world.
I’ve cracked the shell they trapped me in—
And now I rise
in my own skin.
No more shrinking down to please,
No more asking for release.
They want quiet,
but they’ll learn—
Now it’s my turn.
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[OUTRO – true callback, whispered]
(Ambient pad fades, single snap echo)
(Whisper)
Glass ceilings…
good girls…
Not me.
Not anymore.
PepperVice
