Текст песни
(Verse 1)
The morning mirrors show a face I've learned to paint,
A masterpiece of calm for public eyes.
I navigate the whispers, elegant and quaint,
While just beneath the surface, a quiet storm still lies.
I see the envy hidden in their curated smiles,
They dissect every move I make, each choice.
I walk through halls of judgment, endless aisles,
But in the noise, I've found my own true voice.
**(Pre-Chorus)**
And I ascend the steps to take my place,
A smile of steel, a mask of finest grace.
But in the blinding spotlight, cold and clear,
I feel the weight of every single year.
**(Chorus)**
I built a garden made of stone,
Where fragile things are never shown.
I water it with unshed tears,
And conquer all my deepest fears.
These stone petals, hard and bright,
Hide the girl who fears the night.
But in the silence, she still prays,
For tender, ordinary days.
**(Verse 2)**
They hand me triumphs on a silver tray,
Acclaim that echoes hollow in my chest.
I've studied every perfect word to say,
To meet the expectations and the test.
But in the quiet moments, stark and true,
When all the bright illusions start to fade,
I long for something simple, not a view,
For gentle hands, not trophies on parade.
**(Pre-Chorus)**
And I stand on this pedestal so high,
A distant figure in the sky.
A perfect picture, sharp and grand,
With trembling, real heart in my hand.
**(Chorus)**
I built a garden made of stone,
Where fragile things are never shown.
I water it with unshed tears,
And conquer all my deepest fears.
These stone petals, hard and bright,
Hide the girl who fears the night.
But in the silence, she still prays,
For tender, ordinary days.
**(Bridge)**
And what if I let one crack appear?
Let someone see the trace of hidden fear?
What if I traded this unbreakable art,
For a much slower, much more human heart?
What if the armor finally hits the floor,
And I don't gather it up anymore?
**(Final Chorus)**
This garden made of stone, it starts to bend,
A tender, living shoot from a forgotten end.
The petals soften in a truer light,
No longer hiding from the night.
And in the silence, now a gentle sound,
The girl is stepping on her newfound ground.
She's leaving statues standing in the fray,
To find her own imperfect, loving way.
**(Outro)**
Stone petals...
Just petals...
Fallin' down...
To softer ground...
