Like the way I say what is on my mind
When I’m supposed to hide it deep inside:
I’m just not built for this world…
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Like the times that I rhyme upon a page
When I’m supposed to send a clear message:
I’m just not built for this world…
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Like the not knowing how a convo will go
When I’m supposed to just 'naturally know':
I’m just not built for this world…
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Like the way I feel lonely in a crowd
When I should feel like I belong somehow:
I’m just not built for this world…
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Like the way I feel happy on concrete
When I’m supposed to love dirt under feet:
I’m just not built for this world…
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Like my lack of competitive spirit
When I don't mind if someone does win it:
I’m just not built for this world…
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Like the times I crave human attention
When I don't even like their affection:
I’m just not built for this world…
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Like the feeling of not coping with stress
When it should not impact my happiness:
I’m just not built for this world…
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I’m just not built for this world,
But if it's true this world is not for me
Then in what strange world was I meant to be?