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

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

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

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