I don’t chase the noise they make.
Fake gold hearts and plastic fame.
They talk loud just to feel alive,
but I build my soul through darker nights.

I stood tall when the rain came down,
lost myself then I found my crown.
Now I move like a silent flame,
different blood inside my veins.

I was never born to follow.
Never beg for love tomorrow.

They switch faces, I stay real.
That’s the reason they can’t feel me.

I’m not like them.
I don’t bend. I don’t pretend.
Cold storms made me who I am.

They fade away I still remain,
standing tall inside the pain.

I learned peace from lonely nights,
turned my wounds into my light.
Every scar became a sign
that I survived what broke their minds.

No fake smiles around my name.
No cheap love inside my veins.

If I fall, I rise alone.
Kings are made without a throne.

You can keep your empty circles.
I don’t fit inside your world.
Too much soul behind my eyes,
too much truth for your disguise.

I’m not like them.
Never needed all their friends.
Build myself from dust and fire.
Now my spirit climbs higher and higher.

I’m not like them.
Different heart beneath my skin.
Even if the whole world changes,
I will never be like them!

And I was never meant to be!