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Your words cut deep, like winter’s bite,
Yet you still smile, so porcelain-cold.
You set the fire, but shun the light,
Draped in the tales that you’ve retold.
Oh, your kingdom stands on fragile ground,
But you won’t break, you won’t back down.
Oh, you wear your hollow crown, echoes screaming all around,
Drenched in gold but sinking low, still you won’t let go.
Oh, you chase the sky but burn the ground,
Your pride’s the weight that pulls you down.
You twist the truth, then drown in lies,
Yet call it fate, like stars aligned.
No guilt, no shame behind those eyes,
A fading ghost still craving time.
Oh, your castle’s built on broken vows,
But you won’t bend, you won’t fall now.
Oh, you wear your hollow crown, echoes screaming all around,
Drenched in gold but sinking low, still you won’t let go.
Oh, you chase the sky but burn the ground,
Your pride’s the weight that pulls you down.
Oh, the silence speaks much louder now,
Your throne’s a shadow on the ground.
No kingdom left, no war to win,
But still, you wear your selfish grin.
Oh, you wear your hollow crown, echoes screaming all around,
No love to hold, no light to show—still, you won’t let go.
