[Intro — lone steel-string acoustic guitar, tense minor-key picking, audible fret noise] [Chorus 1 — restrained low baritone MC, sparse acoustic picking] No apologies— I don’t fit your frame. Everything the same. Need me to be small? Don’t bother to call. No apologies— Never made to blend. Always told to bend. I won’t shrink my plan So you can understand. [Verse 1 — rhythmic spoken-sung delivery, palm-muted acoustic pulse] They drew the borders before I could speak, Set the ceiling low and called it complete. “Keep the volume down. Keep the color weak. Keep the hard parts quiet, keep everything neat.” I wore the quiet version once or twice— It fit their room but never fit me right. Every “almost” still carried a price, So I stopped paying and let myself ignite. [Chorus 2 — stronger acoustic downstrokes, rougher vocal] No apologies— I don’t fit your frame. Everything the same. Need me to be small? Don’t bother to call. No apologies— Never made to blend. Always told to bend. I won’t shrink my plan So you can understand. [Verse 2 — clipped low-string rhythm, controlled MC cadence] Call it stubborn or call it a stand— The decision’s already in my hand. I won’t cut myself down to fit your plan Or narrow my span so you understand. Keep your labels lined up on the shelf, All those tidy little names for somebody else. I don’t owe you comfort or wealth, And I won’t disappear to protect you from yourself. [Short acoustic break — hard muted strums, guitar-body knocks, string scrape] [Verse 3 — aggressive acoustic downstrokes, rising vocal grit] You like the fire when it stays behind glass, A little bit dangerous, but built not to last. You praise every rebel the moment they’ve passed, Then punish the living for talking back. I’m not here to audition for a tolerable role Or sand every edge till I’m easy to hold. You can keep your approval—I’m keeping control. What you call too much is what kept me whole. [Bridge — guitar falls to isolated notes, voice nearly exposed] If the room gets too small for us both, I’m not the one who has to leave. You can move the walls or live with the truth: [Single hard acoustic chord] I take up the space that I need. [Chorus 3 — hardest acoustic strumming, controlled vocal abrasion] No apologies— I don’t fit your frame. Everything the same. Need me to be small? Don’t bother to call. No apologies— Never made to blend. Always told to bend. I won’t shrink my plan So you can understand. [Final refrain — guitar cuts beneath the first phrase, one final acoustic chord] No apologies— I already chose what I believe. [Hard stop, natural string decay]
