(Verse 1) Sunrise, 6 AM, another day to earn my name Before the world's awake, I'm at it, playing the game My father's eyes, they watch me, they're the only mirrors I see Reflecting a future he designed for me, perfectly First in class, captain of the team, the accolades accrue But the praise is just a whisper, overshadowed by "do better" too The straight A's are expected, the trophies gather dust In his eyes, anything less than perfection breaks his trust. (Chorus) Oh, the golden boy, a gilded cage built with love and demand Every single triumph is just sinking sand Smiling on the podium, heart a hollow drum Chasing a finish line that perpetually stays to come The pressure's a constant echo, a silent, heavy rain Behind the flawless facade, there's a hidden pain. (Verse 2) Piano keys at eight, calculus at ten, a schedule finely tuned Every second accounted for, by a destiny festooned He says it's for my own good, to open every door But all I feel is the weight of always needing more My report card is a battlefield, where only 'A' is the win A 'B' is a failure, a stain upon my skin He shakes my hand, a firm grip, a proud but reserved nod I am his finest creation, a perfect, polished god. (Chorus) Oh, the golden boy, a gilded cage built with love and demand Every single triumph is just sinking sand Smiling on the podium, heart a hollow drum Chasing a finish line that perpetually stays to come The pressure's a constant echo, a silent, heavy rain Behind the flawless facade, there's a hidden pain. (Bridge) Sometimes I stand in my room, medals hanging on the wall And wonder if he even sees me, or just the trophies, standing tall Do I exist beyond this perfect mask, this "golden boy" name? Or am I just the vessel for his unfulfilled fame? The silence is deafening when the work is done No quiet praise, just the next horizon, the next goal to run. (Chorus) Oh, the golden boy, a gilded cage built with love and demand Every single triumph is just sinking sand Smiling on the podium, heart a hollow drum Chasing a finish line that perpetually stays to come The pressure's a constant echo, a silent, heavy rain Behind the flawless facade, there's a hidden pain. (Outro) Golden boy, a heavy crown to wear A perfect life, a silent prayer To just be good enough, to finally rest But the pressure of being perfect puts me to the ultimate test. The boy is breaking, the gold is just a sheen Trapped in the reflection of what I was meant to have been.
