Castle of cards

The mirror’s broken, the glass is thin  
I’m done with a game you have rigged
A castle from cards is what you built
 I’m taking the deck back with no guilt

No more whispers, no more “maybe”  
You can’t gaslight me no more baby
You need an audience to feel like you’re real  
But I’m not a prop in your highlight reel  

The truth isn’t something you get to decree
The spotlight is dim, the pedestals empty
The louder you shout, the less that I hear  
The fog’s disappearing — the exits are clear.

No more whispers, no more “maybe”  
You can’t gaslight me no more baby
You need an audience to feel like you’re real  
But I’m not a prop in your highlight reel  

 I’m finding the exits and climbing the stairs  
No turning back now I'm aware
You need an audience to feel like you’re real  
But I’m not a prop in your highlight reel  
The truth isn’t something you get to decree  
The truth is something that’s setting me free.

[Echo]
Watch the mask slip...
Watch the walls fall...
I’m standing tall.
I’m standing tall.
Your Not that smart after all.

Raw, experimental, drop base,  emotional, angry