Mirror In Monaco

[ Lyrics ]

Who the hell is that girl?

Who the hell is that girl?

Diamonds hug my throat, but they don’t hold my breath,
hair in a twist he liked — not how I’d dress myself.
Lipstick like a wound, red and precise,
one perfect eyebrow raised, but there’s no fire in my eyes.
I washed my hands of guilt, but not of your cologne,
still caught in the water like a ghost you never disowned.
That woman in the glass — she knows all your games,
but she forgot the sound of her own name.

I posed in his pictures, wore his favorite shade,
let him call me muse while I slowly fade.
No fight, no flight — just a nod and a smile,
playing wife in the moments he stayed awhile.

Who the hell is that girl?
Not me, not free, just mirrored in disguise.
Who the hell is that girl?
Empty heart in a diamond swirl.

Took off the heels — first thing I chose tonight,
left them by the sink, no need to look twice.
Unclasped the chain like I was breaking a vow,
watched it hit the marble — didn’t even flinch now.
This face in the mirror — no filters, no light,
just skin and a soul I thought I’d lost to the night.
I traced my old freckle, the one he called ‘flaw’,
and for the first time in months, I saw.

I don’t need a villa, a jet, or a view,
I just need to remember what silence can do.
Not art, not a secret, not something to keep —
just a woman who wakes up and dares to leave.

Who the hell is that girl?
Not her, not yours, I’m waking up now.
Who the hell is that girl?
Finally real, not just someone's crown.

I wasn’t weak — I was waiting,
in the wings of his world, playing patient.
But the script was a lie, the love was a role,
and I’m done being rented, body and soul.

Who the hell is that girl?
Me — not your muse, not your Monaco queen.
Who the hell is that girl?
Alive in the cracks, finally seen.

Who the hell is that girl…
Oh.
Yeah.