Lyrics

[INTRO]
She arrives, the room's energy shifts, a subtle command in the way her hair falls, a silent declaration of unmatched importance, nothing else even remotely coming close.
[VERSE 1]
The mirror, a silent judge, reflecting the image she's crafted, the fairest of all, every glance from another, a carefully woven spell, charm deployed with practiced precision, digital validation fuels her existence, likes and shares, a curated reality, she lives in her own Hollywood production, the true self, obscured by layers of constructed perfection.
[CHORUS]
Her world, a self-made kingdom, she parades with a diamond purse, a symbol of her status, a throne built upon a foundation of self-adulation, a narcissistic haze enveloping her perception, the glint in her eyes, a silent challenge, no one else even attempting to reach such heights, no comparison, no equal, in her own estimation.
[VERSE 2]
The castle walls, bare and cold, empty echoes resonate through the halls, every smile, a painted facade, hiding the unseen depths, no one dares to disrupt the carefully constructed narrative, a story left untold, isolation reigns in her kingdom, on a self-made, icy throne, she sits alone.
[CHORUS]
Her world, a self-made kingdom, she parades with a diamond purse, a symbol of her status, a throne built upon a foundation of self-adulation, a narcissistic haze enveloping her perception, the glint in her eyes, a silent challenge, no one else even attempting to reach such heights, no comparison, no equal, in her own estimation.
[BRIDGE]
Filters fade, the likes diminish, cracks begin to appear in the perfect facade, reality intrudes, stealing the carefully constructed illusion, a creeping unease, a silent dread, the spotlight fades, will the illusion still hold, or will it shatter into pieces?
[VERSE 3]
Whispers spread, subtle barbs and stinging remarks, games played with calculated precision, "plastic smiles and empty grace," they say, behind her carefully painted face, the online world, a cruel display of judgment, every word a potential weapon, she pretends indifference, but internally, she's confined to her own constructed reality.
[CHORUS]
Her world, a self-made kingdom, she parades with a diamond purse, a symbol of her status, a throne built upon a foundation of self-adulation, a narcissistic haze enveloping her perception, the glint in her eyes, a silent challenge, no one else even attempting to reach such heights, no comparison, no equal, in her own estimation.
[OUTRO]
She recedes into the night, a solitary shimmering light, her world, forever hers, the queen, in her own reality, for all eternity.