[Verse 1]

She paints her face with porcelain lies,

Cracks in the mask—no tears, no cries.

Curtains drawn in a room gone cold,

Whispers to dolls like secrets told.

[Pre-Chorus]

Tangled threads in her shadowed hall,

She pulls the strings—they rise, they fall.

Twists the truth until it's bent,

Then calls it fate, not accident.

[Chorus]

She’s pulling the strings, puts her world on display,

Cardboard crown, but she gets her way.

Paints her pain like a masterpiece,

Sobs on cue, but never at ease.

In her shadow show, she dims the light—

Truth turns grey, but she swears it’s right.

(in her shadowed world)

[Verse 2]

She sets the stage with fractured grace,

Each puppet bears a stolen face.

A stitched-on grin, a tear she throws,

Turns her guilt into tragic prose.

[Pre-Chorus]

Same old script, she hits repeat,

No crowd left, but she won’t retreat.

She clings to blame like it’s her breath—

A silent waltz with love and death.

[Chorus]

She’s pulling the strings, puts her world on display,

Cardboard crown, but she gets her way.

Paints her pain like a masterpiece,

Sobs on cue, but never at ease.

In her shadow show, she dims the light—

Truth turns grey, but she swears it’s right.

(in her shadowed world)

[Bridge]

No mirrors left, no watching eyes,

Just threadbare dreams and alibis.

Veiled in dusk, she calls it real,

But the seams are showing what she won’t feel.

[Final Chorus]

Still the master of strings in her slow decay,

Where silence obeys whatever she'll say.

Cries for justice from a crooked stage,

But it’s just echoes in a padded cage.

In her shadow play, she’s never wrong—

A broken lullaby, her endless song.

(in her shadowed world)