"You think I want you for your money" "You are wrong" "You are wrong" You see the followers, the likes, the stream— A screen of noise, a digital dream. You call my name across the platform's haze, just one more supporter lost in your maze. You measure worth by what the bank will hold, a diamond heart mistaken for mere gold. And you build your walls up, stone by guarded stone, because the real you is a soul unknown—Even to yourself, you're a wandering shade, a thousand pieces that you can't arrange. But in the darkness, the truth I can find. Just look into my eyes, leave the shadows behind. I see your story, the scars and the lies, the lost boy hidden beneath that disguise. You misunderstood the fire in my claim, I'm here to bring justice to my forgotten name. I love the man you don't even know you can be, and that's the only currency you'll spend with me. You look away the moment our eyes connect, afraid of the mirror, the truth they reflect. Your mouth can speak a million perfect lies, but a single glance will tell me what's behind your eyes. I feel the silent plea, the tremors of your fear, the pain you swallow down when no one else is near. I'm not a fan, a number, or a fleeting whim; I'm the light that sees the real you, drowning at the rim. I don't need a word, I don't need a sign. The soul's confession is already mine. You thought I wanted a king on a throne, But all I ever wanted was to know the man alone. Look at me now, and let your defenses fall, I knew the true you before you knew yourself at all. You finally look at me. You finally see the truth. I took your mistake and I claimed back my youth. Your misunderstanding—it dies here tonight. No more shadows on my name; only my own light. You think I want you for your money. You are wrong. My truth has been spoken, the misunderstanding is gone. Our story isn't over. It's just the beginning.
