Aubrey Lockheart
I'm a songwriter looking to collaborate with other like-minded songwriters.
I'm a songwriter who wants others to record my songs.
I'm a lyricist looking for musicians to write music to my lyrics.
I'm a singer who writes songs. I am looking for musicians/composers/producers to help complete my songs.
- Member ID
- M922272
- Genres
- Country, Pop, Singer-Songwriter
- Joined
- 6 May, 2025
- City
- Ralston
- Country
- United States
- Looking For
- Producers, Composers
- Uses AI
- No
- Charges for services
- No
- Willing to pay
- No
- Experience
- Beginner
- Last Active
- 8 Sep, 2026
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DescriptionI loved music since I was a little girl. I'm good at writing songs, singing, and learning fast. I can sing two different voices: a some what deep voice and a some what high voice. I sing in the high voice when I'm alone. I sing in the deep voice when I'm nervous. I can't pay, but I'm willing to do other reasonable stuff. I'm about to turn 14 on September 26. I'm a girl from a small town in Oklahoma, USA. My favorite artists are Stray Kids, BTS, Maddox Batson, Jelly Roll, and Adele. I like heartbreak, breakup, mad, and sad songs.
Lyrics
Reflection Bleeds
Genres: Pop, Singer-Songwriter, Soul
(Intro) The irony is cruel. I can make anyone believe anything, except myself. I can't even deceive myself into thinking I'm not trapped. That I'm not a monster. But the truth is, we're cursed. Bound to this idol life, Feeding on human adoration to survive. It's a prison with spotlights. (Pre-Chorus) As the leader, I carry the heaviest burden. Every smile I fake, every performance... it drains me. But I have to stay strong for them. (Chorus) Everyone says I'm the 'angel' of the group 'Cause I'm always smiling. But... there are things about me You should probably know. The hardest part is pretending To be happy on stage When inside I'm screaming. Every performance chips away At what's left of my soul. (Verse 1) Most people just consume the music Without hearing the screams Hidden in the metaphors. But the curse twisted it. Now every lie I tell, every deception I craft, Feeds the very chains that bind me. Each song we perform feeds the curse. The more popular we become, The stronger our chains. I'm literally writing our own imprisonment Verse by verse. (Pre-Chorus) My power lets me create illusions, Make people believe anything. (Chorus) Everyone says I'm the 'angel' of the group 'Cause I'm always smiling. But... there are things about me You should probably know. The hardest part is pretending To be happy on stage When inside I'm screaming. Every performance chips away At what's left of my soul. (Verse 2) But lately, something’s shifting in the silence — The crowd’s cheers don’t sound the same. Behind the blinding lights, I see their faces blur, Like reflections in a cracked mirror. Maybe the curse isn’t just ours. Maybe they’re trapped too — Chasing perfection, worshipping illusions, Never seeing the blood beneath the glitter. I start to wonder — If I stop pretending, if I let them see the truth, Would the chains break... or tighten? Would they still call me “angel,” If they saw the demon beneath the wings? (Bridge) The stage lights dim — and I can finally breathe. No more masks, no more mercy. If I rip these smiles apart, Will I find what’s left of me? The screams echo like prayers denied, Faith and fame — both crucified. If this is what it means to shine, Then maybe I was never divine. (Final Chorus) Everyone calls me the “angel” of the group, But angels burn, too. This halo’s just a noose of gold, Tightening with every truth I told. The hardest part was pretending, That I still believed. Now I see the truth reflected, In every tear I’ve deceived. (Outro) So when the curtains close tonight, Don’t clap — just listen. To the silence between the beats, Where the devil learned to pray.