Текст песни
A century of skin, a thousand different names,
She mastered every heartbeat, she won at all the games.
But in the quiet dressing room, when the powder starts to fall,
She looks into the silver glass and sees nothing there at all.
Is this the girl from the frozen halls, or the star of the silent screen?
Or just a ghost of a memory of a woman she’s never been?
She smiles for the camera, she cries for the front row,
But where the acting ends—even Izzy doesn't know.
**(Chorus)**
She’s a hollow masterpiece, a beautifully painted void,
The girl who found herself in every role that she destroyed.
Is she lonely in the center, or is "lonely" just a line?
A scripted bit of sorrow to make the emerald eyes shine?
Oh, Bella, are you breathing, or just mimicking the air?
Searching for a version of yourself that isn't there.
**(Verse 2)**
She offers you a kindness, then she counts the hidden cost,
A reflex from a mother’s house where every soul was lost.
She flirts to feel the friction, to prove that she is real,
Borrowing your passion because she’s forgotten how to feel.
Even here in Twenty-Three, is she standing on a stage?
Turning life into a screenplay, page by agonizing page.
Is her love for Cassiel a truth, or a climax in a play?
A role she’s cast herself in just to keep the dark at bay.
**(Bridge)**
"Tell me who you are," you ask, and she gives a perfect sigh,
But there’s a flicker in the emerald, a sudden, panicked lie.
She’s terrified of silence, she’s terrified of light,
Because masks don't work in shadows, and she’s running out of night.
**(Outro)**
The curtain never falls.
The lights never dim.
She’s waiting for a director who will tell her how to begin...
To be real.
Just for a second.
Just for her.
