She walks in silence, yet the room starts to sing

No beat behind her, but the echoes still ring

No chords to catch her, no rhythm to bind

She moves like a whisper that shatters the mind

Billie ahhh uhhhh

They tried to write her into melodies

But she broke the lines and set them free

Billie

Billie

BIllieeeeeee

Billie doesn’t need music—

Music needs her soul

She’s the spark in the silence,

The fire in the cold

You hear her in the stillness,

Feel her in the air

She’s the song that plays

When nothing’s even there

No stage could hold her, no genre define

She’s chaos and calm, she’s rhythm and rhyme

A voice like a shadow, soft yet bold

She sings without singing, the story unfolds

The notes, they chase her every move

Trying to capture her groove

Billie doesn’t need music—

Music needs her name

She’s the thunder in the quiet,

The rules that never came

You feel her in the silence,

You hear her in the flame

She’s the music itself,

But never played the game

So play your chords and bang your drums

But without her, it never becomes

What art was meant to be—

Wild, raw, and free

She is billie OMG Huh

Huh

Huuuuh

Billie doesn’t need music—

Music begs to stay

In her every breath, it finds its way

She’s not a part of the sound,

She’s the reason it stays

Billie is the music

In her own strange way

eilish ah eilishhhhh

mmmm

mmm

mmm

mmm