Verse 1 I learned silence before I learned taste Every choice had a lock and a place Volume low, colors washed from my face Even mirrors had rules in that space I remember the night, bedroom light Shadows shaking against the wall I played Sweet Dreams by Marilyn Manson He said “not in this house” — that was all Turn it off, turn it down Turn yourself into something allowed ⸻ Pre-Chorus Now I’m standing in a store aisle frozen Like every option’s forbidden and chosen By someone who still lives in my head Rent free in places I thought were dead ⸻ Chorus I’m unsupervised for the first time Terrified of my own mind Pick a color, pick a sound No one here to shut it down What if I like the wrong things? What if I grow strange wings? What if freedom’s not a door But a room I’ve never seen before? I’m learning what’s mine I’m learning I’m fine Being someone undefined ⸻ Verse 2 Lipstick feels like stolen art Powder dust like a racing heart Used to lose it as punishment Now I buy it just to start Every playlist feels illegal Every outfit slightly criminal Like joy requires permission still Like wanting something’s questionable ⸻ Pre-Chorus No one’s watching but I feel the stare Old rules floating in the air Ghosts of voices I still obey Even now they don’t fade away ⸻ Chorus I’m unsupervised for the first time Trying to redraw my outline Turn it up and let it play No one takes my sound away What if I like the wrong things? Good — let chaos sing What if freedom’s messy truth? What if I get to choose? I’m learning what’s mine I’m learning I’m fine Being someone undefined ⸻ Bridge Who would I be if no one corrected me? Who would I love if no one directed me? Who would I become without permission slips? Without fear stitched into my fingertips? Maybe I’m not lost — just newly awake Maybe confusion is what freedom makes ⸻ Chorus I’m unsupervised and breathing Unlearning all the pleasing Every rule dissolving slow Every hidden self can show Let me like the wrong things Let me grow wild wings Freedom isn’t clean or kind It’s messy — and it’s mine I’m learning what’s mine I’m learning I’m fine For the first time in my life I decide
