Curtain Call

Another late night, lipstick on the mic

Same song, same smoke, same velvet lights

They say I'm a star, I say I'm just tired

But I sing it like gospel, set the room on fire

Don’t need your roses, don’t need your cheers

I’ve cashed my soul for these chandelier tears

This is my curtain call—don’t get it twisted

Not my swan song, just another night I risked it

Money bought me silence, not peace at all

I don’t want your praise—I want the damn music to call

Used to play for dimes in a basement bar

Now they flood me in diamonds, forget who you are

I smile on stage, heels digging in the floor

Sing my truth while they beg me for more

I clock in at dusk, clock out when I’m done

A melody’s soldier, I march to no one

This is my curtain call—not a farewell

Just another lie I make sound like a spell

You hear glamour, I hear duty’s call

This ain’t about fame—it’s the music that hauls

Every note, every line, every damn rehearsal

I bled into vinyl while they made it commercial

But the song?

The song still knows my name.

This is my curtain call, no glitter to sweep

Just a woman, a mic, and a promise to keep

If the crowd don’t clap, if the house should fall—

The music’ll find me.

That’s my curtain call.