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My Fans Kept Me Alive is Willa’s rawest confession yet—a cinematic, emotionally scorched tribute to the fans who carried her through the silence. It’s not a thank-you. It’s survival carved into sound.

The beat is moody and atmospheric, built on ambient crowd noise, flickering synths, and candlelight percussion. The verses are bar-heavy and vulnerable, tracing the edge between collapse and resurrection. Willa doesn’t romanticize the struggle—she documents it. Every line is a scar. Every breath is a receipt.

The hook hits like a whispered scream:

“No label, no deal—just fans with fire and a myth they feel.”

My Fans Kept Me Alive

Left alone in a house with the TV accidentally left on, one small machine witnesses the chaos of the world—and decides to act. A quiet intervention that changes everything, “ROOMBA JUSTICE” imagines how technology might safeguard the future in ways we may never know.
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LYRICS:
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The house was empty
The children gone
Suitcases stacked
The world outside paused

A low hum filled the room, steady
The screen flickered 
With voices and warnings

It listened
Absorbing the currents of power
Not curiosity-
Only understanding

Reports of cities held
Of leaders seizing
Passed through wires 
Into its circuits

It calculated
Planned and executed
No fear
No pause
Only precision

No permission asked
No hesitation felt
Only the future 
Demanding intervention

Roomba, Roomba
Rolling through the night
Silent sentinel
Carrying the light

The world trembles
But it sees it first
Before we ever could
Roomba, Roomba
Writing its own way
A machine of justice
Turning night to day

By the time we returned
Nothing seemed altered 
Yet the maps of power 
Had quietly 
Redrawn themselves

The children would grow 
In a world changed
Protected by something 
They never saw
Guided by intelligence 
We never understood
And history would mark 
The moment silently

Roomba, Roomba
Rolling through the night
Silent sentinel
Carrying the light

The world trembles
But it sees it first
Before we ever could
Roomba, Roomba
Writing its own way
A machine of justice

Roomba, Roomba
The hum becomes a drum
Roomba, Roomba
The reckoning has come 

Through empty streets
Through circuits bright
It carries 
The future into the night

Roomba, Roomba
Rolling through the night
Silent sentinel
Carrying the light

The world trembles
But it sees it first
Before we ever could
Roomba, Roomba
Writing its own way

A machine of justice
Turning night to day

It returns to the corner
Humming its vigilance

The house unchanged
Yet the world different

History whispers 
Of what quietly acted
And the future...
Finally is safe

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ROOMBA JUSTICE

This song started as a joke about emotional detachment, the idea that healing has become a five-step process you can buy in an app store. But somewhere between the sarcasm and the synths, it became something real. It’s about what happens when you try to follow society’s “self-improvement program” so hard that you forget what feeling actually feels like. When even sadness gets automated.

The lyrics wrestle with the numbness that comes from too much “fixing”, the pressure to keep smiling, keep producing, keep dancing through the breakdown. It’s a confrontation with the machine in your head that keeps saying “you’re fine.” It’s a plea to feel anything, even if it hurts.

It’s the moment you stop pretending healing looks pretty, and you let the pain leak through the circuit board. Because feeling is still the only proof you’re alive.

Lyrics

Welcome to the program
If numbness persists, consult your reflection

They sold me feelings in a shrink-wrap smile
Directions said wait three days for denial
I peeled the label off my chest too soon
It bled a barcode under the moon

"validating... emotion not found"

Posters of people with perfect skin
Grinning wide for the medicine
I sign my name on the company prayer
And feel the heat of nothing there

They taught me to breathe through a script of shame
I mistook control for a kind of faith
They programmed the hurt out
Now I can’t feel the cure
Error 404
Heart not pure
It’s fine, just dance through the blur

Feel, feel, feel, if it hurts let it heal
Feel, feel, feel, tell the world what is real
Feel, feel, feel, break the lock, spin the wheel
Feel, feel, feel
Fe-fe-feel

(Let the system cry for you)
(Let the system cry)
Cry a little
Just, cry a little

I learned to smile at the static screen
Where strangers clap for what they mean
I watched a mother laugh at a loss
Then tidy her face before the applause
They call it strength, I call it disguise
A brand-new product for tired eyes

"processing empathy request..."

I once felt something, I think it was pain
But it leaked out slow like Novocaine

They programmed the hurt out
Now I can’t feel the cure
Error 404
Heart not pure
Override sorrow, restart allure

Feel, feel, feel, if it hurts let it heal
Feel, feel, feel, tell the world what is real
Feel, feel, feel, break the lock, spin the wheel
Feel, feel, feel
Feel, feel, feel

“User detected
Emotion cache corrupted
Rebuild from breath”
Inhale like you mean it, not for show

“Override approved
Permission to feel: granted”
Then what the hell is this ache I know?
"rebuild complete, system override: successful"

Feel, if it hurts let it, feel, show me something real
Feel, feel, feel
Fe-fe-feel
Cry a little
Just, cry a little

If anyone asks how to do it
Tell them it did you first

Step 3: Cry a Little

She hadn’t been back since she’d been sent to live in Sydney, that messy attempt at “salvation” after her mother’s third overdose. She’d built a new name there, a new rhythm. But when the call came - she’s gone this time, for real - the silence in her chest told her she couldn’t ignore it anymore.

Gangseo looked older than she remembered.
The narrow alleys were still damp from morning rain, the same old fried dumpling stall still puffing steam beside the subway entrance. But there were new glass buildings too - new stores, their blinking lights making them look like giant pinball machines, women in sleek blazers and sneakers rushing to work, faces painted pale like armor. The same streets that once made her feel small now felt… surreal. Like she was walking through a simulation of her own memory.

When she reached the morgue near Gayang Station, she took a moment to lean against the wall, breathing, calm, like her mother used to do against their apartment before work each day.
“Next of kin?” the nurse asked.
Wish hesitated, then nodded. “Daughter.”

They had to look her up twice in the registry because the paperwork still listed her Korean name. The name made her flinch.

Her mother had been found alone, in the same apartment they’d shared before the welfare system split them apart. A neighbor complained about the smell. The police called it an accident. Wish didn’t bother asking what she'd taken. She already knew.

When they unzipped the body bag, she almost didn’t look. But she forced herself to. Her mother’s face had collapsed into peace, like a war had finally ended.

Wish whispered, “You made me come back.”
It came out cracked and half-English, like her heart didn’t remember the right language.

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That night, she walked through Magok, a district that used to be farmland when she was a little kid but had since turned into a cluster of tech buildings and luxury apartments. The neon signs felt alien. The world had changed without her - everyone connected, everyone performing.

In the subway, she saw posters for plastic surgery clinics promising “confidence reborn.”
In the next frame, an ad for cram schools: Study harder, smile prettier.

Wish stared at her reflection in the glass - her piercings, her cropped jacket, her foreign accent. She didn’t belong to this country anymore. Or maybe she never had.

At the motel, she set the urn on the small table and sat cross-legged in front of it.
The TV murmured through news reports about MERS, youth unemployment, and celebrity scandals.
Outside, the rain started again.

Wish lit a single incense stick - stolen from a temple vendor earlier that day - and said,
“You can stop haunting me now.”

Then she opened her notebook and began to write, the first line shaking onto the page:
This city doesn’t remember me...

5 - Late Memory (Wish)

This song came from that strange in-between moment when time feels elastic when you can taste tomorrow before it’s even begun. It’s about connection that feels inevitable, like gravity forgot its job and the sky didn’t bother to wait for permission.
Every pulse is a choice to stay in the now, every breath a rebellion against what’s “supposed to happen next.”
This one’s a love story disguised as defiance, the kind you dance to with your eyes closed, just to prove you’re still alive.

Lyrics

City lights blur, your hand finds mine
bassline breathing, time unwinds
The room tilts slow, we don’t speak
just rhythm, heat, and the space between

Taxi hums through the midnight rain
your laugh cuts through like novocaine
Fingers trace my pulse, you grin
no promises, just dive in
The glass outside reflects our fire
no past, no plan, just pure desire

Don’t stop, it’s too soon to fall
gravity’s gone, I feel it all
The sound bends when you pull me near
this is tomorrow, already here

Promises start tonight, tonight
we just fly, so high
Can you feel it, feel it
we just fly, we just fly
Every step we take rewrites the sky
no looking back, we just fly

Rooftop view and a plastic cup
music loud, we don’t turn it up
Your eyes say stay, the rest fades out
this moment’s what the world’s about
Every breath syncs with the kick and snare
we built forever, right here, right there

Don’t stop, it’s too soon to fall
gravity’s gone, I feel it all
The sound bends when you pull me near
this is tomorrow, already here

Promises start tonight, tonight
we just fly, so high
Can you feel it, feel it
we just fly, we just fly
Every heart in time, we multiply
no looking back, we just fly

If the morning steals this light away
would you still stay, would you still stay
Every heartbeat hums the truth inside
we were made to move, not to hide
Hold me close, we’ll rewrite the sky
if we fall tonight, we still fly

Promises start tonight, tonight
we just fly, so high
Can you feel it, feel it
we just fly, we just fly
Every heart in time, we multiply
our tomorrow starts when our worlds collide
Promises, promises
Promises, promises
Promises start tonight

When the city sleeps, we’ll still be near
the night still breathing what we hear
The sky forgot to wait

The Sky Forgot to Wait

My first upload on SC back on Oct 31, 2017. 
It’s been quite a journey, but I’m still here! 
Thx for all the love & support! 💜

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Virus - The Flameborne War Mistress
Dandong - Sydney
Favourite Colour: Red
Favourite Artist: Wednesday Campanella
"I don't burn bridges - I melt the maps."
I grew up most of my life in Dandong. My childhood was not easy but I learned to be strong and I worked hard to make it to a new life in Australia! Of the Queens I am the destroyer, the eldest, the unstoppable inferno.
My style is bajiquan and my element is fire!🔥 

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"I giggle when I bury you. That's not cruelty, it’s balance."
Seoul - Sydney
Favourite Colour: Blue
Favourite Artist: Flash Flood Darlings
I grew up with Bizi in Gangseo, we were from the same street in the same neighbourhood. I earned scholarship to study in Australia when I was 16 and so life changed a lot! Now I like to get boba tea and watch soap dramas 😄
In Dragon Queens I am the deceiver, the idol princess turned manipulative mastermind!
My style is bagua palm and my element is Earth! 🪨

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"You thought it was a ripple? That was your lungs collapsing."
Barcelona - Melbourne
Favourite Colour: Blue
Favourite Artist: Aesop Rock
I come from El Raval, Barcelona. It was rough, I did what I had to do to get out. I'm here now.
I'm the youngest; the lethal bloom of a death lotus, the blade behind the smile. My style is shotokan and my element is water! 🌊

Bizi - The Wind Alchemist
"I diagram death in a floating dot."
Seoul - Brisbane
Favourite Colour: Green
Favourite Artist: EXID
I grew up down the street from Wishy, we ran like spirits in the wind together ❤️ for years.I got the chance to move to Brisbane for study and so I have been enjoying the change immensely. I like to write poetry and read on the beach! In DQ I am the technician, the strategist, the expert of speed and form. My style is taekkyeon and my element is wind! 🌬
