Wrong To Myself

[Verse 1]
I say I'm fine
But the words don't fit my mouth
Laugh on cue
Fade out when the crowd thins out
I read the room
But I can't read what I feel
Every move
Feels borrowed
Feels unreal
[Chorus]
It hurts not understanding
Why I feel wrong to myself
Like I'm wearing someone else's skin on my own shelf
I keep pretending I’m standing
But I’m a ghost in my house
It hurts not understanding
Why I feel wrong to myself
[Verse 2]
I change my tone
To match whoever's near
I lose my voice
Just to keep you all right here
I pass the test
But I don’t know what I’ve learned
Hold it in
Til my chest begins to burn
[Chorus]
It hurts not understanding
Why I feel wrong to myself
Like I'm wearing someone else's skin on my own shelf
I keep pretending I’m standing
But I’m a ghost in my house
It hurts not understanding
Why I feel wrong to myself
[Bridge]
Is there a name
For feeling out of place in your own name? (oh)
If I let go
Would anyone still see me the same?
[Chorus]
It hurts not understanding
Why I feel wrong to myself
Like I'm wearing someone else's skin on my own shelf
I keep pretending I’m standing
But I’m a ghost in my house
It hurts not understanding
Why I feel wrong to myself

Intimate alt-pop ballad with fragile male vocals over soft piano and warm pads; verse stays hushed and close-mic’d, chorus blooms with airy harmonies, subtle sub bass, and sparse drums blooming only on the downbeat. Gentle reverse-reverb swells between lines, final chorus strips back to near a cappella then ends on a lingering piano chord.