Good on Paper, Hell in Heels

I ironed my trauma 'til it looked good on film.
Hid all the fractures right under the gilt.
I was the trophy you posed on the shelf,
A masterclass lesson in hating myself.

I played the victim for so long,
'Til I realized the villain gets the better song.

I was good on paper - now I'm hell in heels.
You wanted a victim - now you know how it feels.
I'm the headline you wrote, the story you dread,
The unholy prayer that you whisper in bed.
I'm the stain on your collar, the crack in your shield,
The ugly truth you swore you'd never reveal.
Yeah, the soundtrack scoring your ultimate fear
Is the best damn music I've heard all year.

You called me unhinged, you called me unwell,
Then rewrote the story I wasn't there to tell.
You painted my love as a shade of deranged,
Then acted surprised when I lit up the flames.

I played the victim for so long,
'Til I realized the villain gets the better song.

I was good on paper - now I'm hell in heels.
You wanted a victim - now you know how it feels.
I'm the headline you wrote, the story you dread,
The unholy prayer that you whisper in bed.
I'm the stain on your collar, the crack in your shield.
The ugly truth you swore you'd never reveal.
Yeah, the soundtrack scoring your ultimate fear
Is the best damn music I've heard all year.

I would've been easy, I would've been sweet -
A quiet little victory curled at your feet.
But you needed a villain, you needed a fight.
Congratulations, darling - turns out you were right.

I was good on paper - now I'm hell in heels.
You wanted a victim - now you know how it feels.
I'm the headline you wrote, the story you dread,
The unholy prayer that you whisper in bed.
I'm the stain on your collar, the crack in your shield,
The ugly truth you swore you'd never reveal.
Yeah, the soundtrack scoring your ultimate fear
Is the best damn music I've heard all year.

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