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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
Details
GeneratedApr 11, 2026
Duration3:49
LanguageEnglish
Style
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
Credits
Prompt by
LeathaMccoy
LeathaMccoyModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Powerful vocal rendition of a young girl breaking free from her past 80’s pop female vocal writing her own story no one getting to see the realness inside her
