Not a Character
Track 7 of The Muse
[ Lyrics ]
I’m not a character, I’m a girl with scars. You wrote me in cursive, soft and unnamed, framed me in poetry, never asked my name. Said I was ‘ethereal,’ ‘mystery in motion,’ but you missed the part where I speak in solutions. I sat through the readings, smiled at the praise, while strangers recited my life in vague phrases. You carved me from silence, then called it divine— didn’t even notice I stopped saying ‘I’. You called me muse — You called me grace — You called me peace — Now watch me speak the lines you ignored. I’m not a character, I’m a girl with scars, real as the crack in your studio door. You didn’t write me — you erased my voice, put me on canvas, made me your choice. I’m not a verse in your midnight rhyme, I’m the reason your illusions don’t hold up to time. You loved the way I looked in the half-light glow, but flinched when I spoke about where I go. I mentioned my mother, you said, ‘Stay poetic.’ I shared my old trauma — you called it ‘aesthetic.’ You kept the lips, but not what they said, flipped through my diary like it was just prep. Now here I stand in the clothes you chose, but the words are mine — and I’m closing the prose. You called me muse — You called me calm — You called me yours — Now I’m the author — and the plot’s coming back. I’m not a character, I’m a girl with scars, real as the crack in your studio door. You didn’t write me — you erased my voice, put me on canvas, made me your choice. I’m not a verse in your midnight rhyme, I’m the reason your illusions don’t hold up to time. You said I was timeless — but time proved you wrong. I grew while you painted me stuck in a song. You missed the shifts, the weight I had lost, the nights I didn’t sleep — you said, ‘Keep it soft.’ Well, soft won’t save you when truth hits the mic. I’m not a muse — I’m the lightning, not the sky. I’m not a character, I’m a girl with scars, real as the cut in your favorite guitar. You didn’t write me — I’m tearing the page, no more a shadow, no more a stage. I’m not a dream you get to wake from at dawn — I’m the song you can’t unhear, I’m the girl who’s gone. I’m not a character… I’m not a character. I’m not your muse.