Conservatory Ghosts Video (MV)

[Verse 1]
Empty halls echo my footsteps tonight
Through these practice rooms where I lost my light
Marcus Thompson's words still cut like knives
"Perfect posture, perfect timing" - all those lies

[Pre-Chorus]
Sheet music scattered on the hardwood floor
Can't shake these ghosts behind every door
Metronome's ticking in my head
All those things they left unsaid

[Chorus]
I'm dancing with conservatory ghosts
The ones who told me I wasn't close
To being what they wanted me to be
Now I'm breaking free, finally breaking free
These walls can't hold what I've become
Their rules are coming undone

[Verse 2]
Ivory keys beneath trembling hands
Playing pieces they don't understand
They wanted technical, they wanted clean
But my soul's got something they've never seen
Empty rooms still whisper my name
But I'm not that girl playing their game

[Bridge]
Every correction, every cruel review
Made me stronger than they ever knew
Damn their standards, damn their praise
I'm rewriting all these played-out ways

[Chorus]
I'm dancing with conservatory ghosts
The ones who told me I wasn't close
To being what they wanted me to be
Now I'm breaking free, finally breaking free
These walls can't hold what I've become
Their rules are coming undone

[Outro]
Let the music flow where it wants to go
No more perfect rows, no more perfect shows
These ghosts can watch me as I rise
Above their standards and their lies
Above their standards and their lies