This Is Not My Home

[Verse 1]
Four walls
All stare
Like they know what I'm hiding
Same room
Same air
I keep quietly dying
They call me by a name
That never fit my skin
I’m screaming in my head
(I’m not who you think)
[Chorus]
This is not my home
This is just a cage
They keep holding on
To an older page
I am
I am
I am a woman
You can say I'm wrong
But that won’t change
I am
I am
I am a woman
Trapped here
Till I can walk away
[Verse 2]
Mum’s voice
Sharp knives
Cutting holes in my makeup
Dad’s eyes
Cold skies
Like I’m some kind of shake-up
I dream of little things
Keys on my own ring
My name on the door
And nobody asking
[Chorus]
This is not my home
This is just a cage
They keep holding on
To an older page
I am
I am
I am a woman
You can say I'm wrong
But that won’t change
I am
I am
I am a woman
Trapped here
Till I can walk away
[Bridge]
Counting coins in a jar on the floor
Every night I’m a little bit more
Me
(me, me)
They can lock all the windows and doors
But my future is already yours
Girl
(I'm still your girl)
[Chorus]
This is not my home
This is just a cage
They keep holding on
To an older page
I am
I am
I am a woman
You can say I'm wrong
But that won’t change
I am
I am
I am a woman
One day I’ll be gone
Out of this place
I am
I am
I am a woman
Holding on
Till I can walk away

pop, Dark, modern pop with pulsing synth bass and crisp drums, female vocals. First verse intimate and close-mic, almost whispered; chorus explodes with wide pads and stacked harmonies, kick driving harder. Second verse adds subtle guitar textures and vocal doubles on key phrases. Bridge strips to vocal, a single synth and distant reverb, then final chorus comes back bigger with ad-libs and a lifted top-line.