Final Edition

​(Verse 1)
Don't judge the cover, don't skim the page
I’m a work of art that’s come of age.
The jacket is bright, but I take the credit
For every line and the way I edit.
I’m a first edition, a rare find, a classic
The evolution of a soul is nothing short of drastic.
​(Chorus)
Every year is a chapter, every memory a line
I’m the protagonist, and the vision is mine.
Don't judge the cover, just look at the spine—
It’s unbent and steady, it’s holding just fine.
I’m not a sequel, I’m the whole damn shelf
I’m the woman who finally authored herself.
​(Verse 2)
Then came the chapter where the font got bold
I stopped buying into the stories I was told.
The illustrations are memories, etched in my mind
Of the strength I grew and the fears left behind.
I’m the architect of my own design
The copyright is strictly mine.
​(Chorus)
Every year is a chapter, every memory a line
I’m the protagonist, and the vision is mine.
Don't judge the cover, just look at the spine—
It’s unbent and steady, it’s holding just fine.
I’m not a sequel, I’m the whole damn shelf
I’m the woman who finally authored herself.

Female soloist, gothic, alternative metal, hard rock, Dark, Passionate, female