[Verse 1]
Twenty twelve, I was twenty, stuck in a shell,
Felt like a toy on a string, in someone else's hell.
One hand wrapped in comfort, blind to the world,
The other ruled by silence, where love was never heard.
One built a bubble so I'd never break,
The other gave rules that made my heart ache.
No hugs, no freedom, no voice to scream,
Just a puppet on threads, lost in someone else's dream.
[Pre-Chorus]
They said it was love, but it felt like a trap,
Between soft control and a cold-hand slap.
No escape, no door, just walls so high,
But I still whispered, “Maybe one day I’ll fly…”
[Chorus]
Cut the strings, break the code,
This isn’t the life that I chose.
Living between silence and threats,
Tired of being their marionette.
I wanna feel, I wanna breathe,
Be more than what they want from me.
I need to fight, I need to be,
Not just a doll on someone’s screen.
[Verse 2]
MySpace days, chasing likes and views,
Opening doors I didn’t choose.
Facebook, Snap, Vine and more,
Each app a drug I couldn’t ignore.
Games like IMVU crossed the line,
Living fake lives that felt like mine.
Avatar girl with a secret face,
Till the truth came out in a public place.
[Bridge 1 – The Fall]
Exposed, ashamed, a digital lie,
Gave away my avatars, said goodbye.
Tried to rise on YouTube's stage,
But the world just laughed, filled with rage.
Reported, rejected, I walked away,
Deleted the noise for my own sake.
[Chorus]
Cut the strings, break the code,
This isn’t the life that I chose.
Living between silence and threats,
Tired of being their marionette.
I wanna feel, I wanna breathe,
Be more than what they want from me.
I need to fight, I need to be,
Not just a doll on someone’s screen.
[Bridge 2 – The Shift]
Music used to own my soul,
Latino, K-pop, made me whole.
With headphones on, I wasn’t me,
I was fierce, alive, finally free.
But even that became too loud,
A storm inside, too lost, too proud.
So now I choose a different sound,
Where healing and hope are finally found.
[Verse 3 – Reflection]
Anti-social media, not anti-social me,
I just want space where I can breathe.
Not the likes, not the trend,
But real love that won’t pretend.
I’m not your project, not your game,
Not here to live inside your frame.
I see the dark behind the lens,
Now I fight for who I am.
[Final Chorus]
Cut the strings, burn the script,
This story’s mine, no counterfeit.
No more silence, no regrets,
I’m done being your marionette.
I found my voice, I found my fight,
I walk in truth, I walk in light.
I’m not your doll, I’m breaking free—
This time, I’m finally me.
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