“Symphony” tells the story of a woman trapped in her own lies. What once felt like a grand performance has turned into a dissonant, broken symphony — a haunting mix of secrecy, tragedy, and fleeting highs.
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Verse 1
her life is a symphony
static in its melody
this lie is a symphony
plays in whispers secretly
fingers playing on the telephone
calling lies but not alone
her life is a symphony
this lie is a symphony
every call is a shadow play
no price she will ever pay
all that matters is the high she gets
this lie is a symphony
Chorus
A bad symphony
She’s lost in a symphony
Verse 2
her time is a tragedy
echos of a history
this lie is a symphony
frequencies of secrecy
a reminder of the games she played
there was no truth yet it stayed
her life is a symphony
this lie is a symphony
Bridge
she tells herself another tone
she hears a voice that justifies her
wrongs she gave her heart
made no mistake
the only one
was letting go too late
in paradise another day
when things are gone
the rain will fade away
she hears the beat
another song that call her lies
and whispers alone
Chorus
A bad symphony
She’s lost in a symphony
Verse 3
this lie is a symphony
static in its melody
she once had an epiphany
her life was a tragedy
Credits
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