(Verse 1) I'm caught in the web of too much and too little, Standing still, afraid of the middle. Tried to lead, but they called me too loud, Stayed quiet, and I disappeared in the crowd. Your rules don't fit, your lines don't hold, I play the game, but it's growing old. I'm the ghost in your system, the flaw in your plan, Too sharp to ignore, too soft to withstand. (Chorus) Am I the common denominator, or just the crack in the frame? Every road feels familiar, every end’s the same. I’m the fighter, the fawner, the frozen in fear, The runner who stays when there’s no one near. (Verse 2) I see the systems, the patterns, the mess, But pointing it out just makes me the stress. They tell me I'm chaos, but I hold the thread, Pull it too hard, and the whole thing’s dead. Fought for a seat at a table of ghosts, Their voices loudest when they’re silent the most. I’m the scapegoat, the savior, the one they regret, A lesson they learn but always forget. (Chorus) Am I the common denominator, or just the crack in the frame? Every road feels familiar, every end’s the same. I’m the fighter, the fawner, the frozen in fear, The runner who stays when there’s no one near. (Bridge) I wear my rage like a second skin, But it’s paper-thin where the shame seeps in. Tired of running, tired of the freeze, Tired of begging for scraps of peace. I don’t want to fight, don’t want to fawn, Don’t want to wake up just to be wrong. But these scars are maps, and I know the way, Even if I’m walking in circles today. (Chorus) Am I the common denominator, or just the crack in the frame? Every road feels familiar, every end’s the same. I’m the fighter, the fawner, the frozen in fear, The runner who stays when there’s no one near. (Outro) Maybe the power’s in standing still, Let the chaos settle, let the silence fill. I’ll find my way, I’ll rewrite the song, Not the common denominator—just someone moving on.
