Beautifully Scared

They said: be quiet, fall in line, learn to want the things they designed. I wore the shape they cut for me, until the shape started cutting me. I was made for nights like this, lost in the wind, chasing what I miss. Rebel heart won't fit the mold, some things can't be bought or sold. I've been polite for far too long, carried the weight of everyone's wrong. And every "yes" I gave that wasn't mine left a little less of me behind. I was made for nights like this, lost in the wind, chasing what I miss. Rebel heart, born to be free, I'd rather break than bend my knees. Maybe I don't land anywhere, maybe the road is all I've ever cared. Sunrise coming. I'm still here. Still wired, still hungry, Still beautifully scared. Still here, still mine, (still mine) Breaking loose, leaving it all behind, (leaving it all) rebel heart don't stop now.