(Verse 1)
They paint me in glitter, wrap me in gold,
Say I’m their darling, their story to hold.
The perfect angel, the headline dream,
But behind the curtain, nothing’s what it seems.

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(Pre-Chorus)
They love to build me up, tear me down,
Spin the wheel, let the rumours go round.
A picture-perfect smile’s just part of the game,
But this sweetheart’s ready to set it aflame.

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(Chorus)
Oh, sweetheart syndrome, playing nice,
Walking tightropes on the edge of the knife.
They crown me queen of their glossy throne,
But I’m done pretending this cage is my home.
Sweetheart syndrome, sugar sweet,
Underneath, baby, there’s a fire and heat.
You wanted your angel, now meet your storm,
This sweetheart’s breaking out of the norm.

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(Verse 2)
They call me their muse, a song to sing,
But I’m not your puppet, not your shiny thing.
Dancing on eggshells, playing your part,
But sweetheart, I’ve got my own kind of art.

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(Pre-Chorus)
They love to watch me rise, beg me to fall,
Write their stories, ignoring it all.
A perfect little princess till the mask comes off,
Now they’re choking on the sugar they scoffed.

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(Chorus)
Oh, sweetheart syndrome, playing nice,
Walking tightropes on the edge of the knife.
They crown me queen of their glossy throne,
But I’m done pretending this cage is my home.
Sweetheart syndrome, sugar sweet,
Underneath, baby, there’s a fire and heat.
You wanted your angel, now meet your storm,
This sweetheart’s breaking out of the norm.

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(Bridge)
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Who’s the fakest of them all?
Your golden girl, your perfect lie,
But honey, perfection’s just a disguise.

Let them talk, let them spin,
This sweetheart’s done, and I’m playing to win.
Shatter the glass, break the mold,
Sweetheart’s got a heart of gold—but it’s bold.

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(Final Chorus)
Oh, sweetheart syndrome, kiss goodbye,
To the good girl act and the sweet lullabies.
I’m not your angel, not your pawn,
I’m the wildfire you’ll regret when I’m gone.
Sweetheart syndrome, sugar sweet,
But I’m the poison hiding in the treat.
You wanted your darling, now meet my truth,
This sweetheart’s syndrome is over for you.

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(Outro)
So write your stories, play your part,
But this sweetheart’s rewriting the art.
No more darling, no more game,
I’m not your angel—I’m my own name.