What's real? What's fake?
Is this her, or the mask she made?
I watch her scroll, her fingers trace the glow
A thousand faces flashing, none she'll ever know
She's chasing reflections in a pool of glass
A smile for the strangers, a life she's amassed
Her eyes speak a language that the screen won't share
A quiet desperation hidden under her stare
The likes and the follows, they're her currency of care
But behind the curtain, is anyone there?
She's a star in a play where the script's unwritten
Every post a plea, every caption bitten
The filters frame a life she'll never own
A queen of a kingdom, a throne but alone
She's a star in a play where the script's unwritten
Every post a plea, every caption bitten
The filters frame a life she'll never own
A queen of a kingdom, a throne but alone
She acts in a spotlight that nobody sees
Trapped in a story she wrote to appease
What was the price?
What did it cost?
How much did it take?
How much was lost?
Why can't you stop?
Why won't it end?
Is it society, greed, or someone's intent?
She says, It's my body, my rules, my call
If I profit from their gaze, is it wrong at all?
Freedom's her banner, but the cracks start to show
When the power she claims feels more like a show
Is it liberation, or another gilded cage?
A currency of flesh on a digital stage
The greed's not always her own, sometimes hands pulling strings
But the lure of obscene riches drives darker things
Just one step further, it's just one more shot
The price of a yacht or the life I forgot
She counts every dollar but can't count the cost
Each smile she sells leaves a piece of her lost
The mirror cracks, but the light stays on
A thousand eyes watching, their judgment strong
She whispers, "It's worth it," but the words fall flat
When the echoes remind her, there's no turning back
The crowd cheers louder, the applause feels thin
Is it validation, or the weight of her sin?
What was the price?
What did it cost?
How much did it take?
How much was lost?
Why can't you stop?
Why won't it end?
Is it society, greed, or someone's intent?
The glow of the screen fades, the noise sinks low
In the quiet, a question she's scared to show
If I strip away the filters, the wealth, the fame
Will I still find myself beneath the shame?
A spark in the dark—maybe it's not too late
To rewrite the story, to challenge the fate
The price weighed heavy, but it's not the end
Redemption's a journey, and hope's your friend
The price was her will
Her voice was the cost
Took part of her soul
Her Innocence lost
It just never stops
The hunger won't bend
Fueled by society, greed, and the lies they defend