[Verse 1] She watched him like she knew his kind— A man with secrets left behind. He smiled too calm, like he’d rehearsed. She said, “I’ve seen this look. You’re not the first.” [Chorus 1] You say you’re new, but feel the same— A different face, the same old game. You didn’t hurt— But you stood back. Now you wear silence Like a mask. [Verse 2] He was a king, then lost it all. A slave, forgotten, made to crawl. Now he walks free, but feels the cost— A man who’s scared Of what he lost. [Bridge] He saw her eyes and felt a spark— Not hunger, just a softer mark. “I could’ve loved,” he almost said. “But I was a king… and now I tread.” [Final Chorus] You didn’t fight. You didn’t ask. But still you wore The quiet mask. If you want truth, if you want grace— Then take it off, And show your face.
