Verse 1 I used to wait around for a text that never came, used to overthink your silence like maybe I should take the blame. Used to question my reflection, ask if I was doing enough, when really you were careless and I was calling it love. I made room for your confusion, made excuses for your ways, kept shrinking down my standards just to make your ego safe. But that ain’t where I’m at now, I know exactly what I bring. And I look too good in peace to keep chasing anything. Pre-Chorus I’m not pleading for attention, I’m not begging to be seen. If you can’t recognize the value, you don’t deserve the queen. I learned my lesson fully, I know what I won’t take. I’d rather sleep in peace than cry over a mistake. Chorus I’m too pretty to beg, too solid to break, too soft to be stressed, too real to be played. Too grown to keep proving what should already be clear. If you can’t see my worth, I won’t stay standing here. Verse 2 You had me second-guessing what I never should’ve doubted, made me feel like wanting better was too much to say out loud. But I ain’t asking twice now, I ain’t forcing what don’t fit. You either rise to meet me or you watch me leave with it. I’m not built for confusion, I’m not made to compete. I’m the table and the blessing, I’m the calm and the heat. So if you need a woman who will settle, bend, and wait, I’m not her, never was, and I don’t move that way. Pre-Chorus I’m not pleading for attention, I’m not begging to be seen. If you can’t recognize the value, you don’t deserve the queen. I learned my lesson fully, I know what I won’t take. I’d rather sleep in peace than cry over a mistake. Chorus I’m too pretty to beg, too solid to break, too soft to be stressed, too real to be played. Too grown to keep proving what should already be clear. If you can’t see my worth, I won’t stay standing here. Bridge I’m not running behind nobody to convince them I’m enough. I’m not lowering my glow for a love that isn’t love. I know who I am now, I know what I deserve. And I won’t trade my peace for mixed signals and nerve. Final Chorus I’m too pretty to beg, too healed to chase, too wise to ignore what I can see on your face. Too grown to keep waiting for somebody to be fair. If you can’t see my worth, I won’t stay standing there.
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