[VERSE I] You stare, waiting for answers I won’t give. You circle close, hunting for a single slip. I stay unread — a surface you can’t decode. Your mind invents the threats you fear I hold. [CHORUS] It isn’t shyness — it’s control! You choke on everything I withhold. You want a tell, but I stay cold. It isn’t shyness — it’s control! You flinch at silence — I don’t fold. You break yourself on what I don’t show. You call it quiet — I call it hold. It isn’t shyness — it’s control! [BRIDGE] You want confession, but I give you stillness. You want a signal, but I leave you blind. You want a verdict, but I stay unspoken. And you unravel in the quiet I design. [VERSE II] You search for meaning in breaths I never frame. Each pause becomes a pressure you can’t contain. You call it distance, but I call it leverage. You break beneath the stories you imagine. [FINAL CHORUS] It isn’t shyness — it’s control! You choke on everything I withhold. You want a tell, but I stay cold. It isn’t shyness — it’s control! You flinch at silence — I don’t fold. You break yourself on what I don’t show. You call it quiet — I call it hold. It isn’t shyness — it’s control!
