My Own Will.

[Intro] [Synth arpeggio, electronic drum heartbeat, ticking clock.] [Verse 1] [Soft synth pads, breathy male vocal, light reverb.] They draw the lines, they write the rules Expect us to be quiet tools They build a prison and call it home Then tell us we are free to roam I see the fences, I see the gates A system made to make us wait They praise the ones who never speak And break the ones who try to seek [Pre-chorus] [Synth stabs, handclaps, tension builds.] But every "yes" hides a silent "no" I feel it burning — let me go [Chorus] [Full beat, layered synths, melodic bass, large reverb on voice.] This is my will — not theirs, not fate I won't be a number, I won't be late For my own life, my own mistakes Give me freedom or give me stakes This is my will — to stand, to fall To answer nothing, to give my all I can be kind, I can be cold But not a story that they sold [Verse 2] [Beat drops to kick and hi-hat, clean guitar arpeggio, vocal slightly filtered.] They wrap the leash in velvet skin Say "obey" — that's discipline They build opinions into bones Then wonder why we feel alone But the heaviest chain I wear inside Is not their rules — it's my own pride Afraid to wake up one more day Living a life that's not my way [Pre-chorus] [Same as before: synth stabs, handclaps, tension.] But every "yes" hides a silent "no" I feel it burning — let me go [Chorus] [Full beat again.] This is my will — not theirs, not fate I won't be a number, I won't be late For my own life, my own mistakes Give me freedom or give me stakes This is my will — to stand, to fall To answer nothing, to give my all I can be kind, I can be cold But not a story that they sold [Bridge] [Breakdown: piano and voice only, no drums. Strings enter softly.] I choose the road without a name I choose the love they call a shame I choose the doubt, I choose the fight I choose my darkness and my light If I must break to feel alive Then break me now — I will survive [Synth Solo] [8 bars, bright lead, drums rebuild with crescendo.] [Chorus] [Final, full energy, backing vocals join.] This is my will — not theirs, not fate I won't be a number, I won't be late For my own life, my own mistakes Give me freedom or give me stakes This is my will — to stand, to fall To answer nothing, to give my all I can be kind, I can be cold But not a story that they sold [Outro] [Beat slows to stop, drums cut, synth pad fades. (Spoken, softer)] I am not a program. Not a role. Not a product. Not a goal. I am the question and the price. This is my will. [Abrupt cut. Silence.]