[Intro: clean guitar in 7/8, amplifier hum] [Verse 1: restrained vocal] I lock the door to lose the eyes That measure what I’m worth. No compliments, no mirrors, No performance to rehearse. But silence builds a private stage. My shadow takes the throne. I leave the crowd to find myself, Then worship me alone. [Pre-Chorus: bass grows heavier] Is solitude a refuge, Or a kingdom with one name? When nobody can challenge me, Am I healing or just safe? [Chorus: distorted guitars, cracked vocal] I want the room empty! I want the world impressed! I want nobody near me, But everybody obsessed! Leave me to my silence. Remember when I’m gone. I hate becoming spectacle, Yet ache when no one watches on. [Verse 2: drums fracture beneath whispers] I call withdrawal wisdom. I call distance being free. But isolation edits out Each inconvenient truth of me. No lover holds the mirror. No friend disputes the myth. Alone, I’m always innocent, Brilliant, wounded, misunderstood. [Bridge: instruments drop to heartbeat] Maybe peace needs other voices. Maybe pride needs empty chairs. Maybe I can choose seclusion Without pretending no one cares. [Final Chorus: full-band collapse] I need the room empty, But not the world erased. I’ll sit without applause And let the silence know my face. No throne and no confession. No crowd to prove me wrong. Just one imperfect person Learning how to be alone. [Outro: unresolved feedback] No audience. Still here.
