**[Verse 1]** Glossy lips and perfect skin, Taught me how to lose, not win. They sell the lie in pretty frames, “Be less you and more the game.” **[Pre-Chorus]** They write the script, they set the stage— But I’m done playing pretty games. **[Chorus]** I won’t be your slave— To headlines, screens, or shallow praise. You don’t get to define my name, Or who I love, or how I break. I’m not your doll, not your cliché— I won’t be your slave. **[Verse 2]** They Photoshop the soul away, Till nothing real gets left to say. Romance sold in plastic scenes, Where pain’s a plot and love’s a meme. **[Pre-Chorus]** But I’ve got scars that scream the truth— Not your fairy-tale abuse. **[Chorus]** I won’t be your slave— To headlines, screens, or shallow praise. You don’t get to define my name, Or who I love, or how I break. I’m not your doll, not your cliché— I won’t be your slave. **[Bridge –]** Here’s to every lie you fed— I spit it back, I’m not misled. I know what love looks like for me— And it sure as hell ain’t your TV dream. **[Final Chorus – ]** I won’t be your slave— To headlines, screens, or shallow praise. You don’t get to define my name, Or who I love, or how I break. I’m not your doll, not your cliché— I won’t be your slave. Never again. I won’t be your slave. **[Outro –]** Not your slave… Never your slave.

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