[Verse 1]
She once was queen of every thread
Viral thoughts from tweets she said
Influenced millions with one line
Until her past crossed some new line
They dug through posts from age fifteen
Called her fake, called her mean
A digital mob with sharpened keys
Dragged her name with viral ease
[Chorus]
It’s the cancel culture symphony
Composed in rage, played publicly
One wrong word, your crown will crack
And no one waits to take it back
They type in flames, they shout in glee
To write her out of history
But still she sings in minor key
This cancel culture symphony
[Verse 2]
Now brands untag, fans look away
Her DMs filled with “go decay”
No courtroom judge, no fair appeal
Just screenshot justice, cold and real
She tries to breathe, to speak again
But every post just feeds the pain
She learns the rules, rewrites her tone
Still feels like she’s not her own
[Bridge]
She’s not perfect—but who is?
They weaponized her past like quiz
Yet in the fire, she finds her song
A note that’s flawed, but still strong
[Chorus Repeat]
It’s the cancel culture symphony
Auto-played in every feed
But real life’s more than typed regret
She’s not a trend you should forget
[Outro]
So she walks on, tune in hand
Still writing lines they won’t understand
