The Fatal Destiny of Faint Praise

Verse 1
I walked the line between truth and disguise,
Where compliments cut with their careful lies.
A gentle smile, a hollow sound,
A whispered echo that pulls me down.

Pre-Chorus
Every word that never burns,
Every crown I never earn,
It’s a chain dressed up in lace,
The fatal destiny of faint praise.

Chorus
Say my name or let it fall,
Don’t leave me stranded in the hall.
Your silver tongue’s a poisoned blade,
I’m bleeding slow in the masquerade.
No glory here, just empty grace—
The fatal destiny of faint praise.

Verse 2
They raise their glass but their eyes don’t meet,
Their clapping hands are a ghost’s heartbeat.
A gilded cage where silence sings,
And I’m the puppet on brittle strings.

Pre-Chorus
Every nod that hides disdain,
Every smile that masks the pain,
Builds a throne of paper flames—
The fatal destiny of faint praise.

Chorus
Say my name or let it fall,
Don’t leave me stranded in the hall.
Your silver tongue’s a poisoned blade,
I’m bleeding slow in the masquerade.
No glory here, just empty grace—
The fatal destiny of faint praise.

Bridge
Better the storm than the quiet deceit,
Better the wound than a counterfeit peace.
Spare me the kindness that cuts me in half,
I’ll take the truth, the tear, the laugh.

Final Chorus
Say my name or let it fall,
Don’t leave me stranded in the hall.
Your silver tongue’s a poisoned blade,
I’m bleeding slow in the masquerade.
No glory here, just empty grace—
The fatal destiny of faint praise.