[Verse 1] You always talked like you were holy, with your pockets full of doubt, Preaching storms you never weathered, bragging ‘bout some secret route. But every road you drew was crooked, every sign you gave was wrong, And I followed like a pilgrim till I learned I don’t belong. [Verse 2] You wore kindness like a costume, stitched together out of lies, And you smiled like a salesman with a bargain in your eyes. But the truth kept leaking through you like a roof that’s never patched, And the stories that you sold me never once quite matched. [Chorus] So go on, keep your kingdom made of cardboard and regret— I’m walking off the map now, and I won’t be your silhouette. You can crown yourself a prophet in that mirror you adore, But I’m done with all your riddles; I don’t need them anymore. [Verse 3] You said I’d never make it, that I’d crumble in the rain, But you’re the one who’s drowning in the flood you helped sustain. You built thunder out of whispers, tried to pass it off as fate, But the lightning never listened, and the sky won’t hold your weight. [Bridge] Maybe someday you’ll remember all the bridges that you burned, How the match you struck for glory left you choking on the churned. But I’m finished being fuel for every fire you ignite— You can dance around the ashes; I’m already out of sight. [Final Chorus] So keep talking like a martyr while you polish up your crown— I’ve seen the gears behind the curtain, and I’m not sticking around. You can haunt your little kingdom with the ghosts you fabricate, But I’m walking out the doorway, and I’m sealing up the gate.
