
But never asked what it cost to crack me open.
This entire piece is one extended metaphor:
I’m the stained-glass window they admire, broken, beautiful, and worshipped from a distance.
But that beauty? It came from trauma. From being shattered and rearranged until I was "inspiring."
Every line in this song is layered.
What sounds like a church window is really about the artist.
What sounds like admiration is really exploitation.
What sounds like resilience… is survival dressed up to be sold.
No chorus. No break. Just one long verse—one sermon—one final truth:
Artists aren’t immortal. They just bleed in color.
🎧 Headphones recommended.
💬 Interpret it how you need.
🕯️ For every creator who was praised, then forgotten.
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