LRC歌词
[Verse 1]
They dressed me up in borrowed skin,
A shape they claimed was truly mine,
But silence grew too loud within,
So I unstitched each borrowed line.
[Pre-Chorus]
No more names that don’t belong,
I found where I’d been wrong.
[Chorus]
I broke free from their design,
Not who they saw in me.
To be the best of my mind,
I had to set it free.
[Verse 2]
Their voices painted who I’d be,
With colors I could never feel.
I scraped away what wasn’t me,
To meet the self that’s real.
[Pre-Chorus]
I let their stories fall apart,
And listened to my heart.
[Chorus]
I broke free from their design,
Not who they saw in me.
To be the best of my mind,
I had to set it free.
[Bridge]
I’m not a draft in someone’s hand,
Not crafted by a stranger’s pen.
I walked away from where I’d stand—
To start becoming me again.
[Final Chorus]
I broke free from their design,
Not who they saw in me.
To be the best of my mind,
I had to set it free.
They dressed me up in borrowed skin,
A shape they claimed was truly mine,
But silence grew too loud within,
So I unstitched each borrowed line.
[Pre-Chorus]
No more names that don’t belong,
I found where I’d been wrong.
[Chorus]
I broke free from their design,
Not who they saw in me.
To be the best of my mind,
I had to set it free.
[Verse 2]
Their voices painted who I’d be,
With colors I could never feel.
I scraped away what wasn’t me,
To meet the self that’s real.
[Pre-Chorus]
I let their stories fall apart,
And listened to my heart.
[Chorus]
I broke free from their design,
Not who they saw in me.
To be the best of my mind,
I had to set it free.
[Bridge]
I’m not a draft in someone’s hand,
Not crafted by a stranger’s pen.
I walked away from where I’d stand—
To start becoming me again.
[Final Chorus]
I broke free from their design,
Not who they saw in me.
To be the best of my mind,
I had to set it free.
文本歌词
They dressed me up in borrowed skin,A shape they claimed was truly mine,But silence grew too loud within,So I unstitched each borrowed line.
No more names that don’t belong,I found where I’d been wrong.
I broke free from their design,Not who they saw in me.To be the best of my mind,I had to set it free.
Their voices painted who I’d be,With colors I could never feel.I scraped away what wasn’t me,To meet the self that’s real.
I let their stories fall apart,And listened to my heart.
I broke free from their design,Not who they saw in me.To be the best of my mind,I had to set it free.
I’m not a draft in someone’s hand,Not crafted by a stranger’s pen.I walked away from where I’d stand—To start becoming me again.
I broke free from their design,Not who they saw in me.To be the best of my mind,I had to set it free.
