Welcome to the house where everything is a façade,

The walls whisper, but no one says anything.

Smiles frozen in a picture frame,

Sitting dolls, button eyes,

They tell me who to be, they blur my vision.

Behind the varnish, there's an endless abyss,

A theater set up that doesn't fit me.

They paint the picture, they want to mold me,

But my broken wings still want to fly

Coraline, the threads will come loose,

The perfect house makes me suffocate.

The threads tighten, I can't escape,

They sew me up to fit the vision,

Words hurt, but they're disguised as love.

The smile is forced, the chest hurts,

I just wanted to be me, but I can't be.

I want to be free, I want to breathe,

No longer a doll to manipulate.

Dolls look at me with button eyes,

They want me to fit the mold of illusion.

Silence weighs like a prison,

Every step is guarded by perfection.

The walls listen, the mirrors lie,

Father, I scream, but you don't hear,

My soul is trapped in a shrinking room.

Their love is cold, it's made of rules,

Behind the veneer, there's an endless abyss,

A theater set up that doesn't fit me

They paint the picture, they want to mold me,

But my broken wings still want to fly

Coraline, the threads will come loose,

The perfect house makes me suffocate.

The threads tighten, I can't escape,

They sew me up to fit the vision,

Words hurt, but they're disguised as love.

The smile is forced, the chest hurts,

I just wanted to be me, but I can't be.