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Pick up my fears and let them go
I’ll be the one to hold you
When you feel alone

Show you the pieces of my heart
And how I longed for someone
To watch the stars

Paper
Cus I wanna make him feel better
Cus hes the sweetest guy ever
I wanna be somebody for you and for myself

Paper boy
Be gentle on his skin
Cus his feelings are caving in
And i'm not quite sure if i'll figure it out
Paper boy
His feelings are not to toy
And i'm not really sure if I can ever figure him out

Kiss my lips and taste my soul
I don't know how to feel when
You sleep alone from home
Open your eyes and let you see
A world of colours and rainbows
And day-dreams and all the things
You give to me

Paper
Cus I wanna make him feel better
Cus hes the sweetest guy ever
I wanna be somebody
Oh I wanna be someone 

Paper boy
Be gentle on his skin
Cus his feelings are caving in
And i'm not quite sure if i'll figure it out
Paper boy
His feelings are not to toy
And i'm not really sure if I can ever figure him out

Paper
Cus I wanna make him feel better
Cus he's the only one whose ever
Lifted me up when I felt so down
Shifted my whole world all around

Oh, I wanted to be somebody 
Oh, I wanted to be somebody
I wanna be somebody
Oh I wanna be someone

Paper boy

Paper Boy

THE RED QUEEN’S PRIVATE JOURNAL

A Synopsis from the Reign of Eternal Order

On the eve of the Grand Ball, the Red Queen records a world that behaves exactly as it should. The palace glows with deliberate elegance, music softening at her presence, gold settling into its rightful weight. Courtiers smile without strain, abundance flows without panic, and even silence understands when to bow. Order is not enforced—it is expected. This is the triumph of preparation, where certainty replaces chaos and stability is mistaken for peace.

Yet beneath the flawless choreography of her court, the Queen’s private words reveal the cost of such perfection. Authority, she reflects, weighs more when unobserved. On moonlit balconies and in the hush between commands, she tests the quiet, reassures herself that control remains intact. Loyal sentinels stand ready, borders are secure, and disturbances are dismissed as maintenance rather than threat. Nothing is wrong—nothing serious, at least.

Small amusements begin to surface. Reports of the Dormouse arrive, contradictory and irritating in their harmlessness: clocks nudged, hats misplaced, order rearranged just enough to mock precision. Candy whispers follow—the Twins distributing sweetness in shadowed corners, dulling attention, tempting forgetfulness. The Queen refuses to dramatize it. Symbols only gain power when named. For now, these are trifles. No cracks yet.

Then the mirrors hesitate.

Reflections lag by fractions of a breath. Angles disagree. The Queen corrects them as one corrects the world—by insisting harder. Glass should not invent. It should reflect. But hesitation lingers, and with it a sense of deviation too subtle to punish, too persistent to ignore. Roses bloom when they should not. Silence lasts a beat too long. Orders are obeyed, but with delay.

The Queen responds not to threat, but to pattern failure. Scouts are sent quietly. Armor replaces silk. The palace grows heavier, more deliberate. A name begins to circulate in careful whispers—Alice—spoken like a misalignment rather than an enemy. Wonderland reacts before she arrives: clocks slip, mirrors fracture, sweets spread like weeds. Pressure mounts, and the Queen speaks more often, not from fear, but from the need to reinforce clarity. Velvet law tightens with a smile.

Alone at night, she reassures herself before obedient glass. For moments, everything aligns again. Then comes the flicker. A stutter. A memory the realm refuses to forget. The Queen resolves to act—not in rage, but in preparation. The Hound will be released. Order will be restored.

In her final private reckoning, she confesses not anger, but confusion. Her people are safe, fed, spared the chaos of choice. Why resist perfection? Why misalign what has been so carefully forged? She names Alice not as rebellion, but as something worse: a distortion. A presence that bends mirrors, clocks, and loyalties simply by existing.

The candle burns low. The embers glow. The Queen does not look away.

Everything she has done was necessary. History will agree—because she is the one who writes it.

To read the full journal entries from the Red Queen’s own hand, visit OneDareLand.com
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The door only opens if it chooses you.

Clockwork Silence

Late Checkout Trouble

Intro (soft, English):
Can you feel me, I’m falling now
Trying to survive this lonely town
Hold me close, don’t let me fade
Take me with you, don’t walk away

Verse 1 (Vietnamese):
Anh đứng giữa mùa thu, gió thổi qua vai gầy
Thành phố quen mà sao hôm nay lại quá xa lạ này
Những câu hứa cũ, rơi theo từng chiếc lá
Em bước đi rồi, để anh ở lại với đêm nhạt nhòa

Tim anh trống rỗng như căn phòng không đèn
Thuốc còn trên tay nhưng chẳng thể quên em
Mưa rơi rất khẽ, như sợ anh đau thêm
Yêu thương lặng im, mỏng manh tựa sương đêm

Pre-Chorus (Vietnamese + English):
Nếu em thấy anh yếu đuối lúc này
Don’t leave me now, just stay
Anh không cần đúng sai
Chỉ cần em đừng rời

Chorus (English-heavy, melodic):
Can’t you hear me, I’m breaking
Trying hard to breathe, it’s aching
Hold me tight, take me away
Fill my heart, don’t let it fray

I feel the pain, running deep
On my skin, it won’t let me sleep
I’m not okay, I’m barely holding
Autumn nights, no one consoling

Verse 2 (Vietnamese):
Họ nói anh thay đổi, nhưng đâu ai hiểu
Có những vết thương không bao giờ chịu lành đi
Y tá thay ca, đêm trắng kéo dài
Quá nhiều suy nghĩ làm anh chẳng còn là ai

Ban công lạnh, áo xanh ôm thân mình
Phía sau lưng anh, không còn hơi ấm quen thuộc
Nhìn bầu trời tối, thời gian trôi rất nhanh
Mùa thu chưa hết mà lòng anh đã cạn

Pre-Chorus (Vietnamese + English):
Anh biết anh cần một lời yên ủi
Don’t push me out, just stay
Tuổi 27 mang theo quá nhiều nỗi
Những điều chưa kịp nói đã thành nuối tiếc

Chorus (repeat, emotional, English-heavy):
Can’t you hear me, I’m breaking
Trying hard to breathe, it’s aching
Hold me tight, take me away
Fill my heart, don’t let it fray

I feel the pain, running deep
On my skin, it won’t let me sleep
I’m not okay, I’m barely holding
Autumn nights, no one consoling

Bridge (light rap, slow, Vietnamese):
Anh không điên, chỉ là mệt mỏi quá lâu
Cố tỏ ra mạnh, nhưng tim anh gục ngã ở đâu
Ký ức như dao, cứa sâu từng ngày
Em từng là thuốc, giờ là cơn say

Nếu còn một phút để anh nói thật lòng
Anh vẫn yêu em, dù thế giới quay lưng
Lá rơi ngoài hiên, như lời chia tay
Có những người thương… không thể giữ lại

Final Chorus (bigger, English-heavy):
Can you feel me, I’m breaking now
Trying to hold on somehow
Hold me close, don’t let me fall
Fill my soul, you’re my all

Blood runs down, I close my eyes
I’m still here, but part of me died
Autumn winds, my heart keeps folding
This cold season, no one consoling

Outro (soft, fading, English + Vietnamese):
Mùa thu kia… không ai ôm anh
Yêu thương lặng im… sao mong manh
Hold me close… just one more night
Stay with me… until the light


Mùa Thu Không Ai 2

Is it on me, is it all on me?
I let you down you pick me up
I took a chance you wish me luck.
You've got all these enemies but you call em family
they do not wanna see you love
someone like me can’t be enough.
My mama didn’t like you 
your mama wasn’t there.
I gave you every reason to leave back then you didn’t care.
And all of the things that we said
and all of the things that we chose
just became fuel for the fire 
I know that I got too close.

But if I loved you better hey
And I could love you better baby
It could be whatever 
We’d still be together 
If I loved you better.

Better than your next man,
stop playin you teachin' me a lesson.
Stop playin you reachin' for a question ahh.
So which way do we go now which way do we go?
Nothing I try can fix our love
nothing I do can be enough.
Too proud to really ask you
give me another chance.
Don’t know if I believe that we could really last. 
And all of the things that we said
And all of the things that we chose
just became fuel for the fire
I know that I got too close.

I don't really know what to say right now
If it's true what's the play right now?
Pushing me away and then pulling me closer
end of the day we both know it ain't over.

Better

Be sure to check out Audrey Mika's Level-up album. 
- also I'm sorry if I sang some parts wrong :(

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Blueberry Skies by Audrey Mika (cover)

translucent was written fresh after a break up when it felt like i just wasn’t good enough for anything. i was hearing rumors about my ex hanging out with models and hooking up with people who quite honestly, i looked nothing like. i don’t have perfect skin, straight teeth or the curly hair he always wanted in his partners and it made me feel all types of weird ways about myself. that feeling ultimately made me begin to question the true definition of beauty. as corny as it sounds no matter how pretty somebody’s face may be, their character is much more revealing of how beautiful they really are. this song was my exploring that reality and has become not only one of my favorite songs, but my most vulnerable. as for my ex, let’s just say he had a pretty face.. n thats about it lol

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