Woke up weird — good, I hate repeats I don’t stay the same, I switch like beats Tore up the script, wrote it on my sleeve New version of me, now watch me breathe I don’t have a blueprint, I build by feel I mix my moods like a Happy Meal I’m not confused — I just create Put a little chaos on every plate Say it out loud or it eats me alive If I hold it in, I won’t survive This ain’t a meltdown, this is design My feelings talk — I give them a line CHORUS I shapeshift daily — it’s not a trick I’m a walking remix made of random clicks I build me up, then mash it down Wear a crown made of scribbles and sound Is this real? Who knows — I made it If it’s fake, I still create it I feel too big to stay discreet Every version’s me — messy, sweet Ooooooh I live it like a mixtape song Each piece hits weird, but it all belongs Ooooooh I built this soul collage With duct tape, dreams, and sabotage They say “Pick one,” I say “Why?” I’m too many moods to simplify I draw with Sharpie, cry in caps Redesign myself between naps I was gone, now I’m rebooted Relearned joy, then auto-tuned it Didn’t walk, didn’t poop, forgot how to eat So I stitched that pain into something sweet Now I build with spit and sparkle Patch each hole with magic and marvel Not broken — just constantly made I’m the mashup of all I’ve saved CHORUS I shapeshift daily — it’s how I heal Every mood I mash is real I break and build, say what I see I make new “me”s ‘til one feels free Is this real? Or am I the myth? I made my brain my favorite glitch I cry, I yell, I laugh off shame Every version’s me — not just the name Ooooooh I mash it, tape it tight Sing the chaos ‘til it sounds right Ooooooh I feel it, never plain I’m a scrapbook of joy and pain OUTRO Too weird to fake, too loud to lie I shapeshift ‘cause I’d rather try Laugh too hard, feel too deep Scream my truth before I sleep Every time I crash, I paint A new idea in stickered restraint I remix me — it’s how I cope I shapeshift proud, and that’s my hope I feel everything — and I let it be It’s a mess, it slaps — and it’s all me
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