(Verse 1) I know now, I’ll never belong In the places they call home. Their worlds are built of walls I can’t climb, Losing pieces of myself on the way down. (Chorus) So I stand on the margins, Not by choice, but by truth, Learning to be the edge In a world that demands the center, Where they love me, or so they say, But they don’t understand my way. (Verse 2) They ask for more, like I’m not enough, As if I haven’t given all I’ve got, As if more wouldn’t be less, Unraveling the threads that keep me whole. (Chorus) To do more would be to do less, To fold myself into shapes they recognize, But it would kill the parts of me That are still breathing, still alive. (Bridge) I must learn to live here, On the periphery, Find my own way through the shadows They’re afraid to see. (Chorus) And if I’m always standing just outside, Let me be the margin that holds it all tight, The unseen line that gives their story form, The quiet strength, where I am reborn. (Outro) I know now, I’ll never belong, But in these margins, I am strong. Learning to be the edge, I find my way, In a world that fears the shades of gray.
