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Lyrics :

Maybe I was never meant
To stay small just to belong…

They call you difficult
When you refuse to bend.
They call it arrogance
When you won’t just pretend.

Strength don’t always look pretty,
Sometimes it stands alone.
Better feared for your standards
Than loved with none of your own.

Better be the wolf they whisper ‘bout
Than the donkey everyone rides.
Integrity over comfort,
Even if it costs your tribe.

I don’t care if my heart still feels,
I train my mind to stay steel.
They want you soft, agreeable, mild —
But I was never built that style.

I had a dream that we could rise,
Above the noise, above disguise.
No more shrinking to survive,
No more killing what’s alive.

If they don’t understand my fire,
Let them talk — I climb higher.
I’d rather stand alone and free
Than lose myself for company.

What a boring planet this became —
No magic spells, no dragons to tame.
No castles floating in the sky,
Just rent, gossip, nine-to-five.

No ancient beasts, no mystic lands,
Just filtered lives and trending plans.
Everybody chasing fame,
Scrolling through a hall of frames.

Don’t underestimate me, darling,
I can switch in seconds flat.
From gentle calm to guarded storm —
Read the room before you act.

I don’t just hear what people say,
I read the shift inside their face.
Energy speaks louder than words,
And silence always leaves a trace.

Social feeds like red carpets,
Every scroll a spotlight glare.
Illusions sold as destiny,
Perfection floating in the air.

They raised the bar beyond the sky,
But forgot what’s real inside.
In a world that worships highlight reels,
Authenticity has to hide.

I had a dream that we could rise,
See through all the painted lies.
Break the spell of make-believe,
Find the truth beneath the screen.

If they don’t align with me,
I don’t beg for loyalty.
I’d rather lose the crowd and shine
Than trade my soul for being liked.

Maybe strength is misunderstood.
Maybe standards scare the weak.
Maybe wolves walk lonely roads
‘Cause they refuse to be sheep.

And maybe the illusion fades
When you finally look within.
The world might sell you fantasies —
But peace is where you win.

I had a dream that we could fly,
Not for fame, not for the hype.
Just free from all the compromise,
Free from curated lies.

If they call me hard or cold,
It’s just ‘cause I won’t be controlled.
I’d rather be the wolf they blame
Than lose my fire to fit their game.

I won’t lower who I am…
Just to stay comfortable.