Gaslight me

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.

Watch the mask slip...

Watch the walls fall...

I’m standing tall.

I’m standing tall.

Your Not that smart after all.