Symphony of Me

[Piano Intro] [Verse 1 - Evil Voice] In the quiet of the night, where shadows play and dance, I find myself alone, caught in a silent trance. The world's advice, a ceaseless drone, a never-ending chant, But I am the melody in a song they can't recant. [Chorus - Villainous Broadway Style] I am not a vessel for borrowed dreams, Nor a mirror reflecting others' beams. Weary of the paths they've paved, I seek my own decree, In life's grand opus, let me compose my own symphony. [Verse 2 - Evil Voice] Beneath the weight of expectations, a spirit yearns to fly, Bound by chains of "someday soon," under a watchful eye. Yet, within me burns a fire, a flame they cannot quench, I am the author of my fate, not one to merely blench. [Chorus - Villainous Broadway Style] I am not a vessel for borrowed dreams, Nor a mirror reflecting others' beams. Weary of the paths they've paved, I seek my own decree, In life's grand opus, let me compose my own symphony. [Verse 3 - Evil Voice] They speak in tongues of future tides, of who I'm meant to be, But I am the here and now, not a distant prophecy. I like to dream about the stars, sit quietly by the sea, I refuse to conform, I'm a soul that must be free. [Chorus - Villainous Broadway Style] I am not a vessel for borrowed dreams, Nor a mirror reflecting others' beams. Weary of the paths they've paved, I seek my own decree, In life's grand opus, let me compose my own symphony. [Bridge - Evil Voice] Across the canvas of the skies, where dreams are born and die, I paint my journey with bold strokes, under the watchful eye. A tapestry of hope and will, woven with threads of light, I watch the dawn that breaks the night, the wrong that rights the right. [Outro - Evil Voice] And in the stillness of the dusk, when all the world's asleep, There's a presence that lingers near, a bond that's ours to keep. She sees the colors of my soul, understands my silent plea, In her eyes, I am complete, for she sees the real me. [End] [Chorus - Villainous Broadway Style] I am not a vessel for borrowed dreams, Nor a mirror reflecting others' beams. Weary of the paths they've paved, I seek my own decree, In life's grand opus, let me compose my own symphony. [Outro - Evil Voice] And in the stillness of the dusk, when all the world's asleep, There's a presence that lingers near, a bond that's ours to keep. She sees the colors of my soul, understands my silent plea, In her eyes, I am complete, for she sees the real me. [Fade Out] [End]