اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
I don't owe you soft
I don't owe you loud
I don't owe the version
You rehearse out loud
You want the chapter, not the book
The cover, not the second look
You frame me in your easy lines
But I redraw me every time
I built peace where silence screamed
I walked storms you've only dreamed
You call it cold, I call it choice
You missed the power in my voice, no
I won't pause to fit your frame
My strength don't come with sweet or shame
And if I vanish from your script
That's still a power move
Grace without permission
Fire in precision
I don't need the role you cast
I am future, not your past
Grace without permission
No soft transmission
I won't shrink for your control
I'm the silence you can't hold
You crave the version that performs
That bends, that bows, that keeps you warm
But I am thunder dressed in calm
A hurricane inside my palm
You measure me by how I bend
But I define where lines should end
I'm not your mirror, not your mold
I'm the answer you don't hold back
I don't edit to be heard
I won't trade depth to fit your word
This freedom wasn't handed down
I carved it when no one was around
Grace without permission
Fire in precision
I don't need the role you cast
I am future, not your past
Grace without permission
No soft transmission
I won't shrink for your control
I'm the silence you can't hold
Don't decode me to feel safe
I'm not a riddle, I'm escape
You want soft so you don't shake
But I'm not small enough to fake
Grace without permission
Power in transition
I am not your echo's ghost
I'm the voice you feel the most
Grace without permission
Truth in repetition
You can't box what I became
And you won't survive my name
