My Story ft. winifai

他們說顏色要塗在黑線裡
那一刻起就沒有所謂的遊戲了
每個在框架外的色彩
我曾執著於那些邊界 但我不再執著了

我的身體跟話語權什麼時候被奪走了？
為什麼連決定都要被干涉？
身為人 本就有失落和痛苦
但身為自己 這些是我的失敗與改變

如果沒有做過自己 就不能說我擁有過人生
畢竟那麼多規則和習俗都幫我鋪好路了
你可以說我怪或錯或不合群
但我的存在不是為了符合任何定義
我不會為了迎合而妥協
也不會扮演別人幫我選好的角色
如果我真的脫離群眾
至少我還能獨自呼吸新鮮的空氣
我沒有被刺上任何「人生使用守則」
每一頁都會由我來攥寫 這是我的故事

他們在我能握筆前就決定我的出路了
手指上該有的戒指、名下該掌握的財產
但我對人生的目標呢？
還說著「看看他們都做到了 你怎麼還比人慢？」

所謂的時間線是誰在計算？
所謂的好生活是誰說了算？
若要為了他們的眼光活著
抱歉 我不會道歉 我何必呢？

我會失敗、痛哭、失去方向
（但我會獲得活過的證明）
我會學習、奮鬥、遵循我的規則
（用這些證明訴說這些故事、我的故事）

因為做過自己 所以能說我擁有過人生了
刻板印象跟流言蜚語也不能改變我選擇的路
你可以說我怪或錯或不合群
但我的存在是為了表達與定義自己
我不會為了迎合而妥協
也不會扮演別人幫我選好的角色
如果我真的脫離群眾
至少我還能獨自呼吸新鮮的空氣
我沒有被刺上任何「人生使用守則」
每一頁都會由我來攥寫 這是我的故事
我的故事、我的故事
我的故事、我的故事

It was never just a game
Since they printed black lines
Saying all the colours should stay inside
Every shade outside the frames
I didn’t mean it to be, but now I do
When did they own my body, shape my voice?
Or try to alter all my choices?
As a human, I was born to fall and break
But I’m mine to fail or bend
I wouldn't say I’ve ever lived since I never have my own life
When all the rules and all the customs paved my path
You can say that I am weird or wrong or out of line
But I was never made for any definition
I won't cut myself apart to fit in
I won't play the part that I was given
If I vanish from the crowd
At least I got fresh air to breathe in
There is no book of guidelines written in my skin
I’ll write every page of the story, my story
(Well, these are my perspectives)
(But, I couldn't be the only one, right?)
(There must be someone having the same thoughts)
(Ah, I'm totally with you)
They wrote my future before I held the pen
A ring on my finger, a fortune to call mine
What do they know about my purpose in life
“Look at them, they made it, so why are you behind?”
Who set the clock before I knew my time?
Who set the rules for what makes a good life?
If I spend my whole life becoming what they see
Sorry, not sorry, why should I be?
I wouldn't say I’ve ever lived since I never have my own life
When all the rules and all the customs paved my path
You can say that I am weird or wrong or out of line
But I was never made for any definition
I won't cut myself apart to fit in
I won't play the part that I was given
If I vanish from the crowd
At least I got fresh air to breathe in
There is no book of guidelines written in my skin
I’ll write every page of the story, my story
I’ll fall, I’ll cry, I’ll get lost in directions
(But I’d rather wear the scars from my detours)
I’ll learn, I’ll fight, I’ll follow my terms
(And survive to tell the story, my story)
Then I could say I have lived since I have my own life
Even if the stereotypes and whispers tried to change my path
You can say that I am weird or wrong or out of line
But I was made to speak my mind and name my definition
I won't cut myself apart to fit in
I won't play the part that I was given
If I vanish from the crowd
At least I got fresh air to breathe in
There is a book of guidelines written in my skin
Inspired by pages of the story, my story
My story, my story
My story, my story