My Song

They say, “Change your style, pick a new face, Follow the trend, stay in the race.” But I’m not a copy, I’m not a clone, My voice is my compass, I’m walking alone. The lights are too bright, the pressure’s too loud, They want me to fit in a box that’s too small. But every scar and every dream I hold tight Is the reason I shine in my own kind of light. Don’t tell me who to be, don’t draw the lines, I’ve got my own colors, I’ll paint the skies. No filter can hide what’s burning inside, This fire’s my fuel, this fire’s my guide. I won’t break, I won’t bend, I won’t pretend, Every step I take is mine from the start. I’m dancing to my own beat, breaking every chain, Staying true to me, that’s the only game. Yeah, I’m loud, I’m proud, I’m unafraid to stand, With my own truth in my hands. They scroll and they judge with a single tap, “You’re too much” or “You’re not enough”—that’s their map. But my story’s not written by likes or views, It’s written in moments, in choices I choose. I don’t need perfection to be worthy and strong, My flaws are my flags, my mistakes are my songs. So I’ll wear my weirdness like a crown tonight, ‘Cause the world needs colors, not shades of grey and white. Don’t tell me who to be, don’t draw the lines, I’ve got my own colors, I’ll paint the skies. No filter can hide what’s burning inside, This fire’s my fuel, this fire’s my guide. I won’t break, I won’t bend, I won’t pretend, Every step I take is mine from the start. I’m dancing to my own beat, breaking every chain, Staying true to me, that’s the only game. Yeah, I’m loud, I’m proud, I’m unafraid to stand, With my own truth in my hands. (Ooh‑ooh, yeah) They can try to dim my glow, But this light was born to grow. Not for them, not for the crowd, Just for me, right here, right now. I’m not changing for the view, I’m staying real, I’m staying true. My own voice, my own way, That’s how I’ll win every day.