She paints her face in neon rage,

Another mask, another cage.

They call her bold, they call her wild—

(But no one saw the crying child).

She hides her heart in black and red,

Wears chaos like a crown instead.

Every cheer just digs in deep,

(While she pretends she doesn’t weep).

They love her loud, they love her shine—

(But never check if she’s still fine).

She’s a collapse in color,

Falling bright, but falling fast.

(She smiles just to stall the crash),

Breaking pretty like stained glass.

She’s a collapse in color,

And they don’t see the mess she hides—

(Behind the eyes too tired to fight).

Glitter mixed with bitter truth,

She’s been haunted since her youth.

They said, “you light up every room”—

(But inside she’s a silent tomb).

She laughs too loud, she speaks in storms—

(But no one asked what pain performs).

She’s a collapse in color,

Falling bright, but falling fast.

(She smiles just to stall the crash),

Breaking pretty like stained glass.

She’s a collapse in color,

And they don’t see the mess she hides—

(Behind the eyes too tired to fight).

If they saw her at the edge,

Would they hold her, not just pledge?

(She’s not art, she’s not a phase—

She’s just lost inside the blaze).

She’s a collapse in color,

Falling bright, but falling fast.

(She smiles just to stall the crash),

Breaking pretty like stained glass.

She’s a collapse in color,

And they don’t see the mess she hides—

(Behind the eyes too tired to fight).

She’s a collapse in color,

With no script and no reprise.

(Even beauty breaks sometimes),

Even fire has goodbye lines.

She’s a collapse in color,

Final spark before she fades—

(And no one stayed).

(And no one stayed).