They built the cage before I was born. Called it structure. Called it safety. I call it what it is. I didn’t fit the mold so I melted the mold down Took the rules apart and I sold them to the lost-and-found Every box they built I was already out the door They wrote the game for kings – baby, I don’t keep the score Fast lane, no name, no frame that holds me still I move like static, automatic, bending iron will They said sit down, slow down, you’re too loud, too much I said watch me burn the blueprint with a single touch You made the walls I made the exit You made the law I made it complex You made the role I made it wreckage – This was never made for me Never made for me, never made for me I took the throne you didn’t know existed Never made for me, never made for me Rewrote the ending and you can’t resist it Never. Made. For. Me. They want compliant, quiet, tidy, nice and clean I want the raw nerve, the sharp edge, the in-between Every label tried to name me, every system tried to tame me Every headline tried to frame me in a story meant to shame me But I flipped the script, I ate the narrative alive Spit it back as art and watched their little system dive They don’t fear the chaos – baby, they fear the order The kind I build myself right past their guarded border You made the walls I made the exit You made the law I made it complex You made the role I made it wreckage – This was never made for me Never made for me, never made for me I took the throne you didn’t know existed Never made for me, never made for me Rewrote the ending and you can’t resist it Never. Made. For. Me. Never mine, never mine Never built along my line Neurospicy, that’s my line Now I own what they declined But sometimes at night when the armor comes off And the room gets too big and the silence too soft I don’t want to be the one who always holds the line I want someone to hold me for a while Not the version they fear Not the fire, not the fight Just – me Tired and real and still trying Just – here Is that too much? Am I too much? Or is this the part no one stays for I don’t need saving I just want someone to sit with To know the weight without me explaining the lifting To see the cracks and not call them a warning To stay through the night and still be there in the morning You made the walls I made the exit You made the law I made it complex You made the role – But I made myself Never made for me, never made for me I took the throne you didn’t know existed Never made for me, never made for me Never made for me, never made for me Rewrote the ending – …but God, I wish someone had written it with me. Mafalda doesn’t break rules. She reminds you – they were never hers to follow. She just forgot to mention how lonely that gets sometimes.
