[Intro] Cute face, cute voice— so you already know me, right? ...Right? Heh. 決め付けんなよ。 [Verse 1] Wake up, same train, same faces in the glass, headphones on, so I'm rude when I pass? Maybe I'm tired, maybe I'm shy, maybe your "maybe" ain't a reason to decide. "She don't talk much, must be stuck-up." "She smiles too much, probably fucked up." Too quiet? Weird. Too loud? Annoying. Pick one quick— oh, you already joined in? One look, one post, one word, one frame, one tiny piece and you label the name, then package me neat in a box you made— damn, that's fast. Did I miss the part where you got my brain? Wait. You read my face? You know my type? You saw one night and you wrote my life? That's cute. Wrong. [Hook] Don't make up your mind before I make up mine. Don't draw that line, I might live both sides. Black or white? Nah, leave me gray. Love or hate? Depends on the day. You want a yes? You want a no? You want me simple? I don't know. 決め付けんなよ。 [Verse 2] "You like girls?" Don't assume that. "So you like guys?" ...Yeah. Wait—NO! 引っかけやめろ！！💢 See?! That's exactly what I'm talking about! Give you half a sentence, you've already mapped it out! Click-click, verdict, quick-quick, certain, peek through a crack, then you close the curtain. Introvert, extrovert, innocent, pervert, good girl, bad girl— pick a word, make it hurt. Sweet voice means weak? Cute face means tame? One bad day means that's my whole damn name? "Grow some balls!" うるせーな！！ 玉なくても生きてるよ！！💢 ...What? 「そういう意味じゃない」 知ってるよ！！💢 [Beat Switch] Shh. You keep answering questions I never asked. Keep finishing sentences I haven't finished. Keep telling me who I am— because silence makes you nervous. Doesn't it? [Verse 3 – Flow Builds] So fill in the blank, put a tag on the bag, make a fact from a guess, then attack what you tagged, take a clip, take a caption, subtract all the context, add your reaction, then call that "objective." Interesting. You saw me lose once— "She's unlucky." 運が悪いって決め付けんなよ！！ ...まあ悪いけどさ！！💢 THAT AIN'T THE POINT! I can be wrong and still hate your conclusion, I can be right with a bad explanation, I can be both, I can change, I can contradict, I can say "never" today, tomorrow say "shit—" I changed my mind. What? That's allowed. Your little box doesn't come with a lock. I'm messy, I'm mixed, I'm maybe, I'm if, I'm this when I'm that and I'm that when I'm pissed, I'm calm when I snap, I'm brave when I quit, I'm scared when I stay— you keeping up with this? [Double Time] You want the headline, deadline, red line, straight line, one-line summary, hurry, better make it airtight, left side, right side, your side, my side, choose one, lose one, truth gotta pick sides? Why? Maybe I'm certain and doubtful, faithful and spiteful, grateful, ungrateful, peaceful and psycho— Hold up. "Psycho?" See? There you go. I gave you one word and you built me a home. Then furnished the rooms, put my name on the door, told everyone outside you've been here before— You haven't. You don't know the floor. You don't know the view. You don't know what I hide when I'm talking to you. You know what I showed you. You know what you heard. You know your interpretation of one fucking word. So before you define me, confine me, align me, assign me a side then politely remind me who I supposedly am— let me simplify it since you love simple shit: 決・め・付・け・ん・な。 [Break] ... Got it? Good. [Final Verse] But maybe you're thinking, "Okay, I get it. This is a song about labels." ... Is it? Maybe it's prejudice. Maybe it's love. Maybe it's strangers who don't shut the fuck up. Maybe it's you. Maybe it's me. Maybe I wrote this whole thing 'cause I'm scared what you'll see. Maybe I'm angry. Maybe I'm playing. Maybe every word that I said was just baiting— Wait. Look at you. Already deciding what I meant. [Outro] ... ほら。 また決め付けた♡
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