SMOL

  • Id:

    7292b73e245746d0a5094fdd67a38977ff3fee7b53ed91b10be770cbb4d159bb
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  • Prompt:

    A girl who really holds grudges against people when they say mean things and she's also really excited about going to the symphony.

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    Sharp Notes and Sharper Words

  • Description:

    The image depicts a group of people, including a young woman with a ponytail, standing in a crowd. The woman is wearing a red shirt and has a pensive expression on her face. The crowd consists of various individuals, some of whom are closer to the foreground, while others are further back. The scene appears to be set in a dark environment, possibly a theater or a concert venue. The overall atmosphere is one of anticipation and excitement, as the crowd eagerly awaits the event they have gathered for.

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  • Lyrics:

    Title: Sharp Notes and Sharper Words
Tags: Indie Pop, Emotional, Orchestral

[Verse 1]
In the hush before the strings arise,
She waits alone with fire in her eyes,
Memories sting like a violin's cry,
They laughed, she never let that slide.

[Pre-Chorus]
She counts the steps from shame to pride,
Each word they threw, a wound inside.

[Chorus]
But tonight, the symphony’s calling,
Where her silence is loud, her spirit's not falling.
Every note, a sharp retort,
In her red shirt, she holds the fort.

[Verse 2]
Faces blur in the theater's dark,
She spots the shadows who left their mark.
No apology, no backward glance,
But she’s here, giving life another chance.

[Pre-Chorus]
Forgiveness isn't her melody,
She dances with a harsher symphony.

[Chorus]
But tonight, the symphony’s calling,
Where her silence is loud, her spirit's not falling.
Every note, a sharp retort,
In her red shirt, she holds the fort.

[Bridge]
She won't forget, she won't pretend,
Every cruel line they tried to bend,
Comes back as harmony, bold and true,
She plays her pain in major hues.

[Chorus]
Yes tonight, the symphony’s calling,
Her past behind, her future enthralling.
Every note, a sharp retort,
In her red shirt, she holds the fort.

[Outro]
[Big Finish]
So let them watch, let them see,
This girl who turned pain into a melody.
[End]