[Verse 1 | Fingerpicked guitar building tension, raspy whisper vocals, light percussion subtle] I’m the clumsy extra in their perfect little play They glide through every line like they were born this way Words come easy, balanced, never spill too much or dry I reach for something real – but the moment’s already passed by What I wanna say sits crooked, off the script, off the beat I know it’s wrong, I feel it burn – still I nod and fake the heat Inside I’m cracking open wide, but outside I just smile Frozen in the spotlight, choking on my own denial [Chorus | Cathartic release, jazzy horn swells rising, vulnerable vocals soaring, introspective moonlight mood] Too much, too little – how much is just right? Too little locks me outside in Too much and I'm inside out again Outside in, I can't get through Too much, too little And none of it feels like the real you [Verse 2 | Tension escalates, fingerpicked guitar intricate, percussion sparse, raspy vocals strained] They shine like they’ve got surplus carved right into their skin Every gesture measured, every laugh lands clean and thin I’m the glitch in the room, too loud in my head, too quiet out loud Want to spill the raw stuff – but that’s not allowed Too much heart, too little filter, balance feels like a foreign art So I swallow the storm, play the part, fall apart in the dark Nodding like I get it, smiling through the ache While the real me is screaming just beneath the fake [Chorus | Cathartic release, jazzy horn swells rising, vulnerable vocals soaring, introspective moonlight mood] Too much, too little – how much is just right? Too little locks me outside in Too much and I'm inside out again Outside in, I can't get through Too much, too little And none of it feels like the real you [Verse 3 | Peak tension, guitar picking frantic, percussion building lightly, vocals raw and hyper-aware] This room’s a code I never learned to crack Everything’s in plain sight, but I’m blind to the track Body betrays me – nail hovers to teeth but caught, nose itch starts then frozen Sweat beads cold while my mind races ahead I’m the glitch they don’t notice, the shadow that sticks Nod once more, fake the smile, disappear into the night [Bridge | Emotional breakdown, horn swells dramatic, vocals vulnerable and exposed, percussion fading to silence] Itch scratches sharp up my thigh, legs limp like jelly slick Sweat seeps at temples, drink dull warm, lost in the thick Clothes cling crooked, twisting taut like a suffocating fit Three paths: fierce fight, frantic flight, or fade to grit Fight's a farce – I'd shatter every word I spit Flight whispers escape, camouflage crumbles, stripped bare in the glare [Chorus | Final cathartic outburst, full horn swells, vocals raw and resolving, moonlight confession fade] Too much, too little – how much is just right? Too little locks me outside in Too much and I'm inside out again Outside in, I can't get through Too much, too little And none of it feels like the real you [Outro | Gentle fade, fingerpicked guitar slowing, soft horn echo, raspy vocals resigned, light percussion trailing off] So I fade back into the shadows where I belong Smiling one last time, but the mask won't hold for long Shadows whisper welcome, cold but finally true Free from the glare, just me in the blue [End]
