Outside The Room

mm-mm

ever feel like everybody else

got handed a rulebook you never got?

same halls, same faces

still felt worlds away from them

fake laughs in crowded spaces

trying hard just to blend in

always sitting on the outside

even standing in the group

watching everybody connect naturally

while I didn’t know how to

wrong clothes, wrong timing

too quiet, too intense

every version of myself

felt incorrect somehow

so I became smaller

hoping smaller meant safer

I never fit in right

(fit in right)

felt invisible in plain sight

whole room talking over me

while I disappeared inside

trying so hard to be normal

while hating myself at night

oh-oh

they made different feel embarrassing

(embarrassing)

yeah-yeah

so I learned how to hide everything

I never fit in right…

like everybody spoke a language I missed

(headphones in, head down)

walking past them quietly

(cold stare, fake smiles)

feeling like a glitch in the scene

inside jokes I didn’t get

whispers when I walked past

always feeling studied

like people noticed something “off” fast

so I copied everybody else

watched how they moved and talked

built whole personalities

just to avoid becoming a target

and maybe that’s why now

I still overthink every room

still feel twelve years old emotionally

when somebody excludes me too

cause bullying doesn’t end

when school does

I never fit in right

(fit in right)

spent years asking myself why

why being me felt difficult

while everybody else looked easy

why I always felt forgettable

or somehow too much completely

oh-oh

I still carry those hallways with me

(with me)

yeah-yeah

like loneliness stitched into my identity

I never fit in right…

and part of me still believes it

maybe there was never something wrong with me

maybe they just made me feel hard to exist beside

I never fit in right

(fit in right)

but maybe I was never meant to shrink that small

maybe being different wasn’t failure

maybe surviving it made me soft in places

the world tried hard to destroy

oh-oh

I’m tired of seeing myself through their eyes

(their eyes)

yeah-yeah

cause they don’t get to define me forever

I never fit in right…

but I was never the problem

same halls

same faces

still remember

how invisible I felt