It’s 2 a.m. The dim, eerie glow of your phone screen reads: “truth or dare?” You already know he wants more than a harmless game. The doubt creeps in—“am I still pretty if I don’t comply?” Truth or Dare? flips the innocent party game into a coercive, manipulative trick that guilt-trips you: say yes to his demand or be labeled “disrespectful.” Over punchy drums and guitars, the narrator sets her boundary—“I don’t wanna be the crown jewel of all your immature games.” She says no. He blocks her. She feels guilty—gaslit into thinking saying “no” was wrong. She did no wrong; she stood her ground and maintained her self-worth and self-respect. Consent isn’t a game. “Truth or dare, baby, I don’t wanna play with you. And that’s my truth.”