Lyrics

I watched the curtain fall last night,
Felt the hush, the fading light.
A longing tearing up my soul,
Stuck inside a silent role.

They said you'll never take the lead,
But I was born with greater needs.
So I stayed quiet. Just for a while…
Hiding behind a painted smile.

I shattered the mirror they called my role,
Wound up tight, with no control.
They dressed me up, fed me their lies —
They dropped the curtain on my eyes.

No more backstage, no more chains,
No more masks to steal my fame.
I’m stepping up, it’s time to rise —
Throw away, this disguise.

Raise the curtain! Start the scene!
I’m not your puppet, im your queen.
There’s lightning ripping through my soul,
And chaos finally takes control.

Raise the curtain! Start the scene!
I’m not your puppet, I’m your queen.
There’s lightning ripping through my soul,
And chaos finally takes control.

Raise the curtain! Hear me scream!
I’m not your doll, it’s not your dream.
You wrote the rules — I broke the theme!
Call me loud, call me extreme,

The silence thickens, the curtains sway,
The lines I knew all fade away.
A shadow moves where truth had been—
And now I see what hides within.

(group whisper — 5 lines)

“She’s off-book now…”
“No more cues…”
“She rewrites endings just to lose…”
“The spotlight burns where she once stood…”
“She tore the pages — for her own good…”

I stole their scripts and lit the stage,
Tore through lines they wrote in rage.
They asked for peace — I brought the storm,
And from the ashes I was reborn.

Raise the curtain! Burn the script!
Your old stage can sink and flip!
They dressed me up to play their part,
But I set fire to their art.

Raise the curtain! Say my name!
Let 'em know who lit the flame!
They’ll never dim this wild machine —
This is my scene. My scene!

WHOSE scene? — MY SCENE!
WHOSE rules? — NOT MINE!
WHO ROCKS? — WE DO!
NOW SCREAM! — YEAHHHH!

I never needed their applause.
I lived my truth — and broke their laws.
Let silence be my final cue...
I was never theirs to debut.

I walked through fire, danced in the flame,
Now they won’t forget my name.

Their voices dimmed, yet mine grew strong.
This was my plan all along.

And now — the curtain’s truly gone.