Tired eyes, another day,
Same old mask, a different way.
Smiles I wear, they look so real,
But underneath, I barely feel.
They say I’m strong, they say I’m light,
But they don’t see my silent fight.
Each morning breaks me piece by piece,
I play the part, I find no peace.
And all these trophies on my shelf
Can’t tell the truth I hide from self.
Please… give me my piano,
Just a room and the rain outside.
Let me breathe with every note,
Let these tears no longer hide.
I am tired of the masks I’ve worn,
Let me be the one I’ve mourned.
Give me silence, give me space—
Let me find my real face.
They clap and call me “beautiful,”
But I just feel so small, so full
Of aching truths I’ve never said,
Of dreams that cry inside my head.
I write these songs to save my soul,
But every chord still takes its toll.
My fingers know the keys by heart—
A symphony of broken parts.
I’m not afraid of tears no more,
They’re all that’s real behind this door.
Please… give me my piano,
Let the music make me whole.
Let me fall into the sound,
Let it echo through my soul.
I am tired of the roles I play,
Let me cry, let me stay—
Just a girl with her melody,
Drowning masks in harmony.
I don’t need applause tonight,
Just a dim and quiet light.
Let me play La Valse again,
Feel the freedom in the rain.
Let the keys breathe out my name—
Not for glory, not for fame.
Can you hear me?
I hear you…
No more masks, just something true.
Love…
You.
My piano has seen more honesty
than the people who see me every day.
Please, give me back my piano.
Give me back myself.
I’ve played enough.
Now, please—
just give me back my piano.
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[Intro – Sparse + intimate atmosphere] [tempo: 74 bpm] [drums: none, only soft ambient noise – vinyl hiss, distant room tone] [piano: lonely upright piano loop, slow reverb tail] [synth: low ambient pad, fades in under vocal] [Verse 1 – Whisper-sung, weary tone. Voice sounds tired, almost spoken. Close-mic and intimate.] Tired eyes, another day,Same old mask, a different way.
Smiles I wear, they look so real,
But underneath, I barely feel.
They say I’m strong, they say I’m light,
But they don’t see my silent fight.
Each morning breaks me piece by piece,
I play the part, I find no peace. [Pre-Chorus – Soft but emotional, breathy delivery, vocal slightly cracking] And all these trophies on my shelf
Can’t tell the truth I hide from self. [Chorus – Emotional release, layered harmonies. Still delicate, but with dynamic lift] [piano: full chords, soft pedal action] [drums: subtle layered textures, brush percussion, deep sub swell] [synth: slow-moving strings + vocal pad underneath chorus] Please… give me my piano,
Just a room and the rain outside.
Let me breathe with every note,
Let these tears no longer hide.
I am tired of the masks I’ve worn,
Let me be the one I’ve mourned.
Give me silence, give me space—
Let me find my real face. [Beat + Tempo Switch – Verse 2 begins] [tempo: increases +12 bpm → 86 bpm] [drums: glitched bounce pattern with trap fills + off-grid hat layering] [sample: chopped “too loud to think” echoes behind bars instead of ending them] [synth: sharp synth stabs replace bell, bass gets more melodic movement] [Verse 2 – Quiet, breathy delivery, floating rhythm] They clap and call me “beautiful,”
But I just feel so small, so full
Of aching truths I’ve never said,
Of dreams that cry inside my head.
I write these songs to save my soul,
But every chord still takes its toll.
My fingers know the keys by heart—
A symphony of broken parts. [Pre-Chorus – Slightly louder now, breath control pushed, more intensity] I’m not afraid of tears no more,
They’re all that’s real behind this door. [Chorus – Emotional climax. Stronger lead vocal, harmonic layers, bass movement] [drums: full rhythm section in place, with low kick + rolling snares] [synth: airy vocal pad layered with arps in background] Please… give me my piano,
Let the music make me whole.
Let me fall into the sound,
Let it echo through my soul.
I am tired of the roles I play,
Let me cry, let me stay—
Just a girl with her melody,
Drowning masks in harmony. [Bridge – Spoken-word cadence, dry vocal, minimal background. Feels like internal monologue.] I don’t need applause tonight,
Just a dim and quiet light.
Let me play La Valse again,
Feel the freedom in the rain.
Let the keys breathe out my name—
Not for glory, not for fame. [Outro – Whispered. Minimalist soundscape. Room tone, soft sustained piano chord, reverb tail] [fx: light vinyl hiss, faint thunder in distance, soft breathing loop under voice] Can you hear me?
I hear you…
No more masks, just something true.
Love…
You.
My piano has seen more honesty
than the people who see me every day.
Please, give me back my piano.
Give me back myself.
I’ve played enough.
Now, please—
just give me back my piano.