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"The Boy Who Cried Wolf" - #1 Genre: Pop/Rock Power Ballad"

[Intro – Sparse piano, distant ambient pads, soft strings | Breathy, fragile] [Verse 1 – Intimate, almost whispered. Every word sounds exhausted.] You used to call me from the office late Saying you were stuck, just working through the day I'd pack the car and drive through pouring rain To find you in a bar, laughing at the game The first time was a joke, a little thrill The second time, you said it was against your will But honey, I stopped counting at the third Now all I hear is static in your every word [Pre-Chorus – Voice begins to swell. Emotion building.] You're painting shadows on the bedroom wall Waiting for the sky to start to fall But the well is dry, my patience has run out I'm tired of the guessing... I'm sick of all the doubt [Chorus – Powerful, soaring, emotionally breaking open. Big drums, electric guitars, strings.] Oh, you're the boy who cried wolf one too many times Turning all my silver into nothing but dimes You're screaming for a rescue, you're hitting your knees But the forest is quiet, and I'm caught in the breeze Yeah, the teeth are in the metal, and the sheep are all gone But I'm not coming back, no, I'm moving along You can howl at the moon, you can beg for the truth But nobody's listening... To the boy who cried wolf [Verse 2 – Stronger now, hurt turning into resolve.] There's a real danger standing at the door I see the wreckage scattered on the kitchen floor You're shaking now, you're looking in my eyes But they're guarded by the ghosts of all those little lies You say you love me... And for once, I think you might But the boy already stole the fire From the middle of the night [Pre-Chorus – More intensity than before.] You're painting shadows on the bedroom wall Waiting for the sky to start to fall But the well is dry, my patience has run out I'm tired of the guessing... I'm sick of all the doubt [Final Chorus – Biggest vocal performance. Full band. Emotional powerhouse.] Oh, you're the boy who cried wolf one too many times Turning all my silver into nothing but dimes You're screaming for a rescue, you're hitting your knees But the forest is quiet, and I'm caught in the breeze Yeah, the teeth are in the metal, and the sheep are all gone But I'm not coming back, no, I'm moving along You can howl at the moon, you can beg for the truth But nobody's listening... No... Nobody's listening... To the boy... Who cried wolf [Bridge – Explosive emotion. Drums crashing. Electric guitar swelling.] I wanted to believe you! I tried to believe you! But the silence... Is louder than the screams you let out Yeah... The silence... Is the only thing I'm sure about! [Guitar Solo – Soaring, emotional, melodic, singing through the guitar.] [Outro – Piano returns. Strings fade underneath. Almost spoken.] The flock is gone... The house is cold... You're finally telling the truth... I'm told... (Softly) But the boy who cried wolf... Left me with nothing. And I'm not coming back... No... I'm not coming back... (Single hollow piano note... fade into silence.)