Velvet words drip from my tongue,

Sharp as glass, but sweet when sung.

I wear a scowl, but it hides the flame,

Every glance just feeds the game.

Careful now, don’t get too near,

Or there’ll be whispered truths you don’t want to hear.

A little charm, a little spite,

They'll haunt your days and steal your nights.

I’m the shadow leaning on the wall,

A crooked grin that knows it all.

Mock the silence, twist the pain,

Turn your loss into my gain.

I’m the ache you can’t outrun,

The silver smile, the loaded gun.

Every scar’s a crown I’ve worn,

Smug and sassy, battle-torn.

Laughing at the world’s charade,

Every mask is a part I played.

Secrets weigh but I stand tall,

I’ll make you doubt if you know me at all.

Beneath the wit, beneath the sting,

There’s a boy who lost his wings.

But you’ll never see that side,

I keep it buried deep inside.

I’m the shadow leaning on the wall,

A crooked grin that knows it all.

Mock the silence, twist the pain,

Turn your loss into my gain.

I’m the ache you can’t outrun,

The silver smile, the loaded gun.

Every scar’s a crown I’ve worn,

Smug and sassy, battle-torn.