Paramore - The Only Exception + Rain

Bong Song

Before I Knew Better is a raw and intimate journey through love, loss, and self-discovery. Lyra Noel invites listeners into the vulnerable corners of her heart, exploring the messy, beautiful process of learning from heartbreak and growing through pain. Each track is a confession, blending soulful melodies with honest storytelling, capturing moments of longing, reflection, and resilience. From the sting of lost love to the empowering realization of self-worth, this album is a diary set to music—a testament to the lessons we only understand after we’ve lived them.

It’s an emotional voyage for anyone who has loved deeply, stumbled, and emerged stronger—reminding us that sometimes we don’t know better… until we do.

GROWN WOMAN TEARS

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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I hope my songs bring those of you whom discover me, the healing you need. It is my Honer to try to be the voice of the unspoken pains we all carry. You'll be ok. I Promise.

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Save Me From Myself - Single

Save Me From Myself

might delete but this was fun to make and this songs a bop so why not post for a bit ??

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