[Arrangement: Keep Minimal Changes] VERSE 1 Flash hits. I fall into the rhythm they expect. Steps sharp, breath steady, shoulders held in place. The room blends into one steady pressure. I set my eyes where they want them, moving with the kind of ease you only learn by repetition. PRE-CHORUS I keep moving so the thoughts don’t pile up. What looks effortless is the part I practice most. CHORUS Caught in the red carpet cage. Walking like the room answers to me. Every motion shaped for someone else’s story. The red carpet cage. All eyes follow. None of them truly see. VERSE 2 Hours pass in a loop of familiar questions. Different faces, same surface-level talk. Smile on cue. Hold the posture. Give them the version they memorized years ago. The pattern holds, even when I don’t. PRE-CHORUS 2 I stand taller so the strain stays hidden. It’s easier than naming what it takes. CHORUS Caught in the red carpet cage. Walking like the room answers to me. Every motion shaped for someone else’s story. The red carpet cage. All eyes follow. None of them truly see. BRIDGE Right before the next burst hits, there’s a brief stillness in my chest. I catch myself wondering what’s left of me behind the poses. FINAL CHORUS Caught in the red carpet cage. Walking like the room answers to me. Every motion shaped for someone else’s story. The red carpet cage. All eyes follow. None of them truly see. OUTRO Red carpet cage. Red carpet cage.
