
[Intro | sparse clean electric guitar, room tone, 4 bars] [Verse 1 | male lead, dry and close, drums enter on bar 3] Mirror mirror, what do you see Some kinda weirdo staring back at me My socks don't match, my hair's a mess But I kinda like it, I must confess [Pre-Chorus | bass drops out, claps build] Don't need no filter No fancy light My true self shines so bright [Chorus | full band, gang vocals, wide harmonies] I am who I am and I'm standing tall Loud in the room, yeah, I own it all Hands in the air, let the whole world know I was built for this, and I'm letting it show This is my voice, this is my run I'm not backing down for anyone Got my own rhythm, got my own tune Marching out proud under the crazy moon [Verse 2 | kick and bass only, vocal up front] Some folks whisper, some folks say They don't get my vibe — I don't even care My thoughts like fireworks a colorful show Watch em explode watch em grow [Pre-Chorus | drums build, guitars fade in] No need to explain No need to pretend This is where my story begins [Chorus | full band, gang vocals, tambourine] I am who I am and I'm standing tall Loud in the room, yeah, I own it all Hands in the air, let the whole world know I was built for this, and I'm letting it show This is my voice, this is my run I'm not backing down for anyone Got my own rhythm, got my own tune Marching out proud under the crazy moon [Bridge | drums out, raw vocal, band rebuilds from line 5] Used to flinch at my own reflection Picked apart every flaw like a correction Now I catch that grin in the glass and I know What I called a mistake was the thing that made me glow Not hiding out — I'm here to be seen A little offbeat, but that's what makes me mean Mean it, own it, let it roll — I'm in control [Final Chorus | max dynamics, gang vocals, wide harmonies] I am who I am and I'm standing tall Loud in the room, yeah, I own it all Hands in the air, let the whole world know I was built for this, and I'm letting it show This is my voice, this is my run I'm not backing down for anyone Got my own rhythm, got my own tune Still grinning in the glass under the crazy moon [Outro | half-time, sparse, vocal almost spoken, ends on one held guitar note] And I kinda like it And I kinda like it

