Why Do You Want To Change Me? [Version 6]

[Intro] Every word you throw cuts rough, not right — gravel under boots in a dead-end night. You call it love, or something near, but half the time you redraw my atmosphere. Maybe we stood too close to see — two mirrors losing who was first in the bleed. [Verse 1] Why you always grinding down my edge? These scars are mine — I earned every pledge. You talk like there’s a “cleaner me” to find, like I’m some patch you download to your mind. But I’m the glitch you loved when it hit — crooked rhythm, off-beat spit. You liked the static in my flame before you boxed it, tried to tame. If I burn sideways, let it stay — you kill a fire when you force its way. [Pre-Chorus] Let me lean wrong, let me sway — you wanted wild, don’t clip it today. [Chorus] Why you tryna change my stride, shift my pulse or split my pride? Why can’t you hold my hand as real, not redraw the shape you think I feel? We ain’t perfect, ain’t defined — just two raw halves in a tangled line. Maybe love ain’t made to fit — maybe it bends so it don’t split. [Verse 2] Air turns thick, like smoke stuck still. My words slip sideways against my will. Half-notes, half-truths, crooked sound — whole damn attic spinning around. Still bite my tongue till my jaw feels numb, like silence ever helped me overcome. You chase color, I chase calm — still we paint on the same damn palm. I ain’t trying to cage your height — just want a lane where we both walk right. [Hook] If you change me, don’t erase me. Hold me, sure — but don’t replace me. Let me stand in my own skin, not the outline you’re drawing me in. [Verse 3] Scares me how fast we grab control the second we feel that slipping hole. You slam shut; I rush ahead — two scared hearts choking on dread. Maybe we’re learning slow and tough how not to crush the fragile stuff. Maybe love ain’t clean or straight — just two storms tryna navigate. [Final Chorus] Why you wanna shift my core? Or maybe… you never did before. Maybe you’re scared I’ll walk away if I stay myself, no shades of gray. And maybe I’m scared of the same damn pull — two cracked mirrors trying to stay full. If love means anything we keep, maybe it bends — but still runs deep. [Outro] Why you wanna change my tone… or maybe I’m scared to stand alone. Maybe love’s the chaos spun that keeps two cracked hearts beating as one.