Alice: A song by Lucy Styles
Verse 1 – The Whispered Legend:
It’s Alice.
Did you hear what happened?
She descended into madness.
Think it’s when she fell down that rabbit hole.
She hit her head during the fall.
She was seven, if I can recall.
It was tragic.
If it weren’t for that rabbit,
She might have never been hurt at all.
But it was Alice — didn’t she have that habit?
Always chasing every curiosity.
She was too young to ever see,
The danger of where it would lead.
Chorus 1 – The Descent:
Down, down she fell,
Into her own kind of hell.
Like she was under a spell,
And it never ended well.
No longer could she tell
What was real or just a tale to sell.
Verse 2 – The Dreaming:
Alice, talking riddles and forever lost.
A living wonder — but at what cost?
Trapped in a dream, where nothing’s as it seems.
Never could she leave.
Yet she would believe
There was no need to flee.
Dancing with beasts,
Singing to caterpillars in the trees.
Verse 3 – The Hollow Myth:
Wonderland is what it’s called,
But no wonder is it at all.
Mad as a Hatter — nothing is sadder.
No cloak, but all daggers.
Just a matter of chatter.
Chorus 2 – Distorted Reflection
Down, down she fell,
Into her own kind of hell.
Like she was under a spell,
And it never ended well.
No longer could tell
What was real or just a tale they sell.
Verse 4 – The Collapse
Kingdom of tricks.
Nothing can stick.
It all happened so quick.
Reality shattered.
Her life on a silver platter.
Can still hear the pitter patter..
Verse 5 – The Shattered Icon
Queen of their hearts,
Beaten and scarred.
No one knows who you are.
A kingdom of cards,
Falling apart.
It’s really quite smart —
A true work of art.
How from the start,
There were only shards
Of who you were.
Chorus 3 – The Reckoning
Down, down she fell,
Into her own personal hell.
They cast the spell,
Think she’s unwell.
Never could tell
That she was real — not a story to sell.
Bridge – Alice Speaks
It’s Alice.
Isn’t it kind of tragic?
That after it all happened,
The madness became a fascination.
That I could never outgrow who I was.
The gossip never stops.
I’ve had about enough.
Not the girl they thought I was.
Outro – Spoken Truth
I’m just Alice.
I was seven when the fall happened.
Told stories — as it happens.
I was a child. What did you expect me to do?
I survived.
Lived my life.
Grew out of that phase.
Yet it’s frozen in time.
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