They gave me a crown. I became something else. Call it power. I call it a spell. I didn't ask for their fear, but they gave it for free, Built an altar of silence where they worshipped me. Told 'em I'd lead—never said where I'd be, They heard salvation, but I held the key. Each deal I signed, another scar on me, Ambition bloomed where peace used to be. I rose in their ranks, but never felt free, The cost of their faith was the loss of me. My voice became what they needed to hear, Soft like a spell, then sharp as a spear. Truth bent backwards, dressed up in veneer, I vanished beneath the mask of their cheer. Circe's curse, a velvet chain, I ruled the storm, ignored the rain. Each spell I cast, a part I lose— This crown fits tight—but I still choose. I gilded the metrics, I twisted each chart, They crowned me queen for playing the part. But every win just hollowed my heart, Success is a throne that tears you apart. I turned from flame into flickering light, Chose silence over truth to keep power in sight. Turned lovers to tools in the dead of night, Told myself it was duty, not fright. Circe's curse, a velvet chain, I ruled the storm, ignored the rain. Each spell I cast, a part I lose— This crown fits tight—but I still choose. Even gods wear a mask to survive, Hollow smiles just to seem alive. I lit the fire, but forgot to revive, Now I'm buried beneath what I helped contrive. They called it strength when I stood alone, But never noticed the cracks in stone. They loved my myth, they praised my tone, But cursed the silence when I was gone. Circe's curse, I wore too long, A silent queen in a world gone wrong. I wore the crown, but now I see— It never truly belonged to me. I didn't mean to become her… But here I am. Still leading. Still lost.
