Projected Out

What is this?

This version of me you invented?

I don’t remember agreeing to it

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Everyone projecting all their dreams on me

A million life plans of what I’m supposed to be

Give a little, give a little, give a little more

Piece by piece, I’m someone I don’t recognize anymore

Be kind, be patient, be hard to please

Smile through the weight, do it honestly

They say give a little, give a little till you break

Call it love while I disintegrate

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Hands up if you’re wide awake at 3 a.m.

Swearing to yourself you’ll never do it again

Hands up if you dream of running away

One wild night where no one knows your name

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I don’t need this distorted image

Of the life you designed for me

Let me leave, let me breathe

I never asked for this responsibility

Burn it down, cut it out

Do what I do best now

Burn it down, cut it out

Living like I’m exxed, exxed out

Set fire to what we’re “meant” to be

Waste time like it’s a lottery

Don’t cry—what do you want from me?

(You lie, lie, lie to me)

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All the hypocrites with slivers in their eyes

Pointing at my flaws, ignoring beams in mine

Obscene expectations dressed up as pride

Tell me why I owe the world my entire life

She says it’s love but it feels like control

Scared I’ll change, scared I’ll let it all go

Bridge replacement hanging over my head

So I light the match instead

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We all know, yeah, I know

I don’t really want this

You call it “care,” I call it toxic

Watching me like I’m a project

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I don’t need this distorted image

Of the life you designed for me

Let me leave, let me breathe

I never asked for this responsibility

Burn it down, cut it out

Do what I do best now

Burn it down, cut it out

Living like I’m exxed, exxed out

Set fire to what we’re “meant” to be

Waste time like it’s a lottery

Don’t cry—what do you want from me?

(You lie, lie, lie to me)

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If I disappear tonight

It’s not defeat, it’s me surviving

I’m done shrinking to fit your life

I’d rather burn than fade in silence

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Burn it down, cut it out

This is me reclaiming now

Hands up—if you’re breaking free

From who they wanted you to be