(Intro - Soft piano chords with a heavy, muted guitar riff underneath)

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(Verse 1 - Upbeat, but with a slight rebellious edge)

Blurry vision, yeah, that's my curse

But these frames give my image a verse

Suddenly, I'm smart, got the brains

Even though my eyesight's in chains

(Chorus - Gothic metal meets pop-punk angst)

My favorite part about wearing glasses

Is how it suggests intelligence instead of broken eyes,

It's a four-eyed facade, I can't deny

But it opens doors, I can't tell you why

(Verse 2 - Harmonies blend with a punky guitar)

People listen when I start to speak

Assume I'm wise, intellectual, unique

Maybe I am, maybe I'm not

But these lenses give me a shot

(Chorus - Gothic metal meets pop-punk angst)

My favorite part about wearing glasses

Is how it suggests intelligence instead of broken eyes,

It's a four-eyed facade, I can't deny

But it opens doors, I can't tell you why

(Instrumental Break - Southern Hip Hop/Trap/Reggae)

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(A slow, heavy beat kicks in with a banjo melody, trap hi-hats, and a reggae bassline. A distorted guitar riff weaves through it all)

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(Guitar Solo - Epic, Soulful Rock)

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(A long, melodic guitar solo with bluesy bends and soaring high notes. Think heavy metal meets a gospel choir)

(Chorus - Gothic metal meets pop-punk angst)

My favorite part about wearing glasses

Is how it suggests intelligence instead of broken eyes,

It's a four-eyed facade, I can't deny

But it opens doors, I can't tell you why

(Outro - The organ returns, fading out with the heavy guitar riff, leaving a sense of bittersweet resolution)