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Uncharmed

 


Once upon a time, I fell for the tricks,
Like a snake charmer's flute and got caught in the mix.
You had me swaying to your borrowed tune,
But the charm’s wearing off, and I’m biting back soon.

Oh, I was cute, I was kind, played the motherly part,
I patched up your messes and healed your heart.
La Familia filters—yeah, I used to care,
But now I’m shedding that skin, you’re left in the glare.

I’m not shrinking my growth just to fit your frame,
I'm not playing mediator in your petty little game.
Do you want me to raise my voice, and join the show?
Well, I’m out, honey, no wisdom to throw.

I’m done doling out advice like a sage on call,
I’ve got no interest in catching your fall.
I won’t tiptoe around to keep you at ease,
I’m uncharmed and unleashed, doing as I please.

So go ahead, spin your drama, run wild and free,
But I’m not here to mend what I didn’t decree.
I’m past the point of caring, you’re on your own,
I’ve left the stage, and I’m claiming my throne
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