[Spoken Intro — intimate whisper] It took me thirty-three years to let the locked room open, with a mouthful of fear and a pocket full of almost. Childhood kept knocking beneath the noise, waiting for me to stop pretending I was fine. [Whispered] Come closer. Don’t explain yourself. [Verse 1] Shame wears a silver button at the throat of every suit. It bows when we enter, then asks what we came to lose. I learned to smile for strangers, learned to swallow every spark; but the girl I left behind me still knows the way through the dark. [Chorus] It’s a shame, the way we turn away, then call the distance wisdom. Come dance with me through the blame, let the old restraints go missing. No witness, no courtroom, no verdict carved in stone; put your hand against my waist— I can take you home. [Whispered Ad-libs] That’s it… stay near. Breathe slowly. Don’t look away. [Verse 2] Some wake beneath the wreckage, some sleep through every sign. Some trade their living heartbeat for a safer borrowed life. We circle back through fire, we return with altered names; I would rather risk the wanting than be polished clean of shame. [Pre-Chorus] You don’t decide my ending, you don’t get to draw the frame. I feel your careful judgment and I answer with my name. [Chorus] It’s a shame, the way we turn away, then call the distance wisdom. Come dance with me through the blame, let the old restraints go missing. No witness, no courtroom, no verdict carved in stone; put your hand against my waist— I can take you home. [Spoken Interlude] Everything sounds certain when it comes from a polished mouth. But certainty is only fear wearing someone else’s clothes. Open the door outside your ego. Stop auditioning for approval. Every face becomes a mirror when you stand close enough. [Whispered] Look at me. You are safe here. Now let go. [Verse 3] I’m done with borrowed captions, done with staged permission slips. No more living for an audience that never felt my wrists. Let the room keep its opinions, let the judges lose their seats; I have found my honest hunger in the space between our breaths. [Bridge] If I tremble, let me tremble. If I burn, don’t turn away. There is mercy in surrender when the truth is finally named. Take the mask from my fingers, leave the door unlocked behind; I have spent too long escaping what was always mine. [Final Chorus] It’s a shame, the way we turn away, then call the distance wisdom. Come dance with me through the blame, let the old restraints go missing. No witness, no courtroom, no verdict carved in stone; put your hand against my waist— I can take you home. [Outro — whispered] No more borrowed stories. No more proving I belong. Stay until the room is quiet. Stay until the shame is gone. Come closer… That’s it.
