Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] They dressed me up in colors All sugar on my skin Smiles painted for the camera Told me, "Turn that darkness in" I learned to hit my markings To sparkle on demand But every night I’m tracing The maps they never planned [Pre-Chorus] I’m tired of being pretty When I’m made to be loud You think you know my story You edited me down [Chorus] You don’t know the real girl, do you? The one who’s screaming in the back row Pen in hand, tearing through the shadow Rewriting every line they gave me I’m done hiding in your mirror I’m done fading in your glow You don’t know the real girl, do you? Watch her take control [Verse 2] You said stay picture perfect Stay quiet, stay the same But every cracked reflection Spelled letters of my name I’m breaking out of costume The glitter and the gloss Bare feet on broken pavement I’m choosing what I’ve lost [Pre-Chorus] I’m tired of acting grateful For cages dressed as crowns Your script keeps getting smaller I’m burning it all down [Chorus] You don’t know the real girl, do you? The one who’s screaming in the back row Pen in hand, tearing through the shadow Rewriting every line they gave me I’m done hiding in your mirror I’m done fading in your glow You don’t know the real girl, do you? Watch her take control [Bridge] I was the nice one The quiet, compliant one Now every “should” you gave me I’m spitting back, it’s done This is my scarred voice This is my shaking hand This is my first choice To finally, finally stand (oh) [Chorus] You don’t know the real girl, do you? The one who’s screaming in the back row Pen in hand, tearing through the shadow Rewriting every line they gave me I’m done hiding in your mirror I’m done fading in your glow You don’t know the real girl, do you? Watch her take control [Outro] You don’t know the real girl Never did, but you will I’m writing my own world And I’m not standing still
Tags
folk, Anthemic 80s-tinged pop ballad with female vocals; verse built on palm-muted electric guitar, warm synth pads, and gated reverb snare. Pre-chorus swells with climbing toms and bright arpeggiated keys. Chorus explodes into wide, layered harmonies, soaring lead, and driving drums, then drops to a stripped bridge before a final, bigger chorus reprise., vocal, pop
Duration
3:49
Instrumental
No
Created
4/11/2026