Verse 1

She cuts through the hallway, black boots, silver rings

Headphones over one ear, daring anyone to blink

They trade their cheap rumors like they own her name

She keeps her chin up high and walks right through the frame

Pre-Chorus

You can label every step she takes

She won't bend to the rules you make

Chorus

She walks her own line, she won't apologize

A schoolyard queen with a storm behind her eyes

Talk all you want, she won't be defined

She takes the whole room and leaves your words behind

Verse 2

Safety pins and dark sleeves, ink along her hand

She laughs at all the whispers, makes her own plans

They call her names for living how she chooses to be