Own My Throne
Alex Wilson
Description
"Own My Throne" is a powerful R&B/Pop anthem about reclaiming personal power and self-worth after a relationship marked by manipulation and emotional suppression. Alex Wilson delivers a soaring vocal performance, showcasing vulnerability in the verses and explosive confidence in the choruses. The song builds from intimate reflection to an empowering declaration of independence, blending introspective lyrics with a modern, stadium-ready sound. Gospel-tinged harmonies in the bridge add depth and resonance, creating a truly unforgettable and inspiring experience.
Lyrics
[Verse 1] Left your jacket in the stairwell, lace tucked in the sleeve, Receipt from last October, the ghosts you didn’t leave. Lipstick on a napkin from the night you said “later,” I kept the small things, spun them into something greater. [Pre-Chorus] You taught me how to bargain, how to fold a truth in half, But I learned how to hammer, learned to write my other half. Soft hands turned to armor when the lights turned low— Watch what happens when a quiet woman starts to grow. [Chorus] I own my throne — (I own my throne) Built it from the ash, from the names you spoke like stones. I wear my scars like script, I make my story known, I own my throne — watch me claim the golden code. [Post-Chorus] Own my throne — hey! (Yeah, I own it all, I own it all) [Verse 2] Found a voicemail with your voice like an old map—folded, thin, Said you’d be the chapter that would save me from my sins. But I keep the bookstore of my past, filed by what I learned, I traded quiet for percussion and let the chorus burn. [Pre-Chorus] You were lightning, I was waiting—patient as a drum, Tuned the hush into a chorus, now the whole room hums. Names that used to rattle me, now I say them slow— Each syllable a brick, each breath another row. [Chorus] I own my throne — (ooh) Built it from the ash, from the names you spoke like stones. I wear my scars like script, I make my story known, I own my throne — watch me claim the golden code. [Bridge] When the lights go thin and the curtains close, I find the parts of me you never got to know. (Know — know — know) No silver tongue can barter my tomorrow, No hollow crown can steal the shape of what I borrow. [Chorus] I own my throne — (I own my throne) From the corners of my quiet to the center of the glow. I write my name in thunder, let the city know, I own my throne — and I’ll never let it go. [Outro] My throne — my throne — my throne. (Oh-oh-oh, Yeah-yeah-yeah) (I own it, I own it, forever I own it)