(Intro instrumental) ... (Verse 1) I walk the halls in shades of gray, while everyone else wears the bright display. They talk of rules, a narrow track, a place where I can't seem to go back. I try to bend, I try to fit the mold, the stories that I'm told. But every time I force the lock, a silent thunder starts to rock... ... (Pre-Chorus) I'm tired of whispering my name, of hiding all the sparks and flame. They point and stare, they judge the pace, the different rhythm, my own space. I'm shedding all the borrowed skin, letting the real journey begin... ... (Chorus) This is me, no apology, for the colours that run wild inside. This is me, authentically, with nothing left to run and hide. I am the music that was never played, the choice that society has mislaid. Stand tall, break free, finally I see: This is me, this is me!... ... (Instrumental) ... (Verse 2) The expectations weigh me down, the king who can't adjust the crown. They want a smile that's always wide, the parts of me I tried to hide. I see the world in sharper light, the nuances of dark and bright. They call it strange, they call it fear, but the clearest vision is right here... ... (Pre-Chorus) I'm tired of whispering my name, of hiding all the sparks and flame. They point and stare, they judge the pace, the different rhythm, my own space. I'm shedding all the borrowed skin, letting the real journey begin... ... (Chorus) This is me, no apology, for the colours that run wild inside. This is me, authentically, with nothing left to run and hide. I am the music that was never played, the choice that society has mislaid. Stand tall, break free, finally I see: This is me, this is me!... ... (Instrumental) ... (Bridge) Let the whispers fade to dust, in this newfound self-trust. I don't need their permission slip, to let the truth fall from my lip. My difference is my power source, steering my own life's course... ... (Chorus) This is me, no apology, for the colours that run wild inside. This is me, authentically, with nothing left to run and hide. I am the music that was never played, the choice that society has mislaid. Stand tall, break free, finally I see: This is me, this is me!... ... (Outro) Yeah, this is me... (The unscripted soul). Free to be... (Taking back control). This is me!... ... This is me!
