The Fox You Think I Am - B Side

female vocals, pop punk, high-energy, easycore, early 2000s

[Verse 1]
Foxes run fast, yeah, we’re hard to catch,
But it’s not a game, it’s just an itch I’ve gotta scratch.
You think I’m living up to your cliché,
But I’m fighting just to make it through the day.

It’s not about tricks, it’s not about lies—
I’m more than the labels you fantasize.
I’m tired of the whispers and tired of the grins,
You think it’s a game, but nobody wins.

[Chorus] [big, anthemic with layered vocals]
I’m not the fox you think I am,
I’m not the thief in your little scam.
I’m not your story, I’m not your sin,
I’m just a girl trying to fit in.
So don’t box me in with your tired plans—
I’m not the fox you think I am.

[Verse 2] [drums switch to a half-time beat for the first half, then back to full speed]
Red fur doesn’t mean I’ll burn you down,
I’m not some femme fatale from a backwoods town.
I’m clumsy, awkward, and yeah, I fall,
Not your smooth talker or life-of-the-ball.

And yeah, I’m smart, but it’s not my game,
To outwit the world while you curse my name.
Your stereotypes are chains in disguise,
But I’m more than a trickster in your eyes.

[Chorus] [higher energy, more emotional push]
I’m not the fox you think I am,
I’m not the thief in your little scam.
I’m not your story, I’m not your sin,
I’m just a girl trying to fit in.
So don’t box me in with your tired plans—
I’m not the fox you think I fucking am!

[Bridge] [melodic breakdown, reflective tone; clean guitar with light distortion]
It’s not easy when they see you as a lie,
Like every move you make is a reason to pry.
I’m not the shadow sneaking through your door,
I’m just trying to stand without hitting the floor.

[Drums build back in, distortion grows heavier]
You think you’ve got me all figured out,
But you don’t even hear what I’m shouting about.
I’m not a trick, not some grand plan,
I’m just me, and you will understand!

[Guitar Solo] [melodic and emotional, not flashy; a mix of single-note runs and power chords]

[Final Chorus] [powerful, all-out with driving drums and layered harmonies]
I’m not the fox you think I am,
I’m not the thief in your little scam.
I’m not your story, I’m not your sin,
I’m just a girl trying to fit in.

I’m more than the fur, the flame, the name,
I’m not your target, I’m not your game.
So don’t box me in with your tired plans—
I’m not the fox you think I freaking am.

[Outro] [stripped back, drums drop out, focus on vocals and guitar]
You look at me and think you know,
But there’s more to me than I’ll ever show.
Call me clever and call me sly,
But I’m more than a look, I’m more than your stupid lies.
(stupid lies)
(stupid lies)
(stupid lies)

[guitar sustains, fades out]

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[Intro] [fast power chord riff, high-energy drums with an open hi-hat] You look at me and think you know, You’ve got your story—here’s my show. Call me clever, call me sly, But you’ve never even looked me in the eye. [Verse 1] Foxes run fast, yeah, we’re hard to catch, But it’s not a game, it’s just an itch I’ve gotta scratch. You think I’m living up to your cliché, But I’m fighting just to make it through the day. It’s not about tricks, it’s not about lies— I’m more than the labels you fantasize. I’m tired of the whispers and tired of the grins, You think it’s a game, but nobody wins. [Chorus] [big, anthemic with layered vocals] I’m not the fox you think I am, I’m not the thief in your little scam. I’m not your story, I’m not your sin, I’m just a girl trying to fit in. So don’t box me in with your tired plans— I’m not the fox you think I am. [Verse 2] [drums switch to a half-time beat for the first half, then back to full speed] Red fur doesn’t mean I’ll burn you down, I’m not some femme fatale from a backwoods town. I’m clumsy, awkward, and yeah, I fall, Not your smooth talker or life-of-the-ball. And yeah, I’m smart, but it’s not my game, To outwit the world while you curse my name. Your stereotypes are chains in disguise, But I’m more than a trickster in your eyes. [Chorus] [higher energy, more emotional push] I’m not the fox you think I am, I’m not the thief in your little scam. I’m not your story, I’m not your sin, I’m just a girl trying to fit in. So don’t box me in with your tired plans— I’m not the fox you think I fucking am! [Bridge] [melodic breakdown, reflective tone; clean guitar with light distortion] It’s not easy when they see you as a lie, Like every move you make is a reason to pry. I’m not the shadow sneaking through your door, I’m just trying to stand without hitting the floor. [Drums build back in, distortion grows heavier] You think you’ve got me all figured out, But you don’t even hear what I’m shouting about. I’m not a trick, not some grand plan, I’m just me, and you will understand! [Guitar Solo] [melodic and emotional, not flashy; a mix of single-note runs and power chords] [Final Chorus] [powerful, all-out with driving drums and layered harmonies] I’m not the fox you think I am, I’m not the thief in your little scam. I’m not your story, I’m not your sin, I’m just a girl trying to fit in. I’m more than the fur, the flame, the name, I’m not your target, I’m not your game. So don’t box me in with your tired plans— I’m not the fox you think I freaking am. [Outro] [stripped back, drums drop out, focus on vocals and guitar] You look at me and think you know, But there’s more to me than I’ll ever show. Call me clever and call me sly, But I’m more than a look, I’m more than your stupid lies. (stupid lies) (stupid lies) (stupid lies) [guitar sustains, fades out]

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