Intro

Count the rooms inside my head,

Every door has something fed.

I keep smiling, keep it clean,

No one sees what lives between.

Verse 1

I catalog the faces, memorize the tells,

Know the little cracks where a secret dwells.

You call it cold, I call it clear,

I hear the thought behind the fear.

I wear a steady pulse like a tailored suit,

Shake your hand while I study the route.

There’s a private language under every phrase,

A maze I built and set ablaze.

No, I don’t sleep, I negotiate,

With a voice that never learned to wait.

It says, “Take control, make the whole room bend,”