Songbird

<p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>They say the devil makes music.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>But the worst ones write love songs.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I was never meant to be the girl with the microphone. I was the one behind the piano-controlled quiet and forgettable until Black Halo went viral. Until fame dug its claws in. Until the label painted my lips red and told me to smile for the camera.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Then came Zion Cross.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>The new drummer. A stranger with haunted eyes blood on his hands and rhythms that made my body forget the rules. He doesn't play like the others. He plays like he's unraveling. Like he's starving. Like I'm the last beautiful thing he's allowed to touch before he burns.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>He's a secret I should bury.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I'm a song he wants to break.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>And when obsession becomes the melody there's no going back.</span></p><p></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Fame is a noose. Love is a loaded gun.</strong></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>And the only way out . . . is through fire.</strong></p><p></p>