[Intro]

[low guitar feedback, distant room noise]
Grit my teeth when the cameras flash—
smile like a hostage, blink like glass.

[Verse 1]
Everybody loves a clean little tragedy,
framed up nice where the blood won’t show.
Hands in the sleeves, heart in the machinery,
mouth full of thunder, nowhere to go.

The room keeps clapping,
the walls lean in.
Somebody asks where the hell I’ve been.

Under the shirt, under the skin,
there’s a siren chewing through the wiring.

[Pre-Chorus]
No, I’m not what I seem.
Not the gold, not the saint, not the dream.
There’s a crack in the mirror
and it looks just like me.

[Chorus]
I’m no masterpiece,
I’m a bad plan breathing.
I’m no masterpiece,
just a locked door screaming.

Please, please—
you can’t leave.
Not while the house is shaking under me.

No, I’m not what I seem.
No, I’m not what I seem.

[Verse 2]
Dig it deep till the shovel hits daylight,
find my name in a rusted tin.
All my pretty little “I’m alright” lies
lined up dead with a safety pin.

Done playing calm.
Done playing kind.
Done being buried and calling it fine.

There’s a boy in the back of my throat
still asking if anybody heard him choke.

[Pre-Chorus]
No, I’m not what I seem.
Not the smile, not the suit, not the clean.
There’s a crack in the mirror
and it’s learning to breathe.

[Chorus]
I’m no masterpiece,
I’m a bad plan breathing.
I’m no masterpiece,
just a locked door screaming.

Please, please—
you can’t leave.
Not while the house is shaking under me.

No, I’m not what I seem.
No, I’m not what I seem.

[Breakdown]
[drums drop out, bass pulse only]

Don’t scream for help,
the help never came.
Don’t cry for mother,
she won’t know my name.

Don’t call it damage,
don’t call it grief.
Call it a body
with nowhere to keep—

No, no, no, no.

[Bridge]
I’m done hiding it all away.
Done folding knives into paper cranes.
Done saying “stay” with a mouth full of rain.
Done being quiet while the walls say—

Stay.
Don’t go.
Stay.
Don’t go.

[Final Chorus]
I’m no masterpiece,
I’m a bad plan breathing.
I’m no masterpiece,
but I’m still here bleeding.

Please, please—
you can’t leave.
Not when the whole damn sky is under me.

No, I’m not what I seem.
No, I’m not what I seem.

[Outro]

[ragged vocal, guitars ring out]
Grit my teeth when the cameras flash—
if I disappear, don’t call it an act.