(playful voice with stuttered glitch beats) ♪ “Wah! What’s wrong with this picture?” (giggle) “He’s running again~ She’s… oops!” [Verse 1 – Fast, tight phrasing with 4-on-the-floor bounce] ♪ Wake up late, cereal’s dry, Grandma shrugs, says “don’t ask why.” Dad’s a blur past midnight air, Mom’s got laughter on the stairs~ Drama queen and court of shame, Taught myself to play the game. I laugh out loud, ’cause if I don’t, I might scream—and grandma won’t. [Chorus – BIG synthetic drop] ♪ He’s running around, she’s getting around, It’s like a circus with no countdown! Tie a ribbon on the pain, Then dance it back through hurricane! Smile and bounce, keep it sound, I’m the punchline in this town! He’s running around, she’s getting around, But look who’s still stuck to the ground~! [Verse 2 – Slight pitch variation, faster delivery] ♪ “Daddy’s chasing dreams!” — Ha-ha! Guess his dreams come from a jar. Mommy’s dating danger now, That’s her type—wow, take a bow! Hide the bruises, dodge the sting, Paint the world with cute pink rings. I just giggle, count to ten, Write a song and fake it again. [Bridge – Echoing/glitched vocal break] (tempo dips briefly; lyrics softened) ♪ “Please come home,” I said once… twice… But echoes fade into their vice. So I wear my own disguise, Catch the tears and monetize. [Final Chorus – Even faster / chaotic overlapping lines] ♪ He’s running around, she’s getting around, I dance in flames without a frown! Turn my trauma to a beat, Make it cute, make it repeat! Spin my story on the floor, Click rewind, and play once more! He’s running around, she’s getting around, But I’m still here—ain’t that profound?
