歌詞

I count my flaws like foreign coins

Different weights, no common face

Some shine sharp, some bend and dull

Some never learned to say their place

I tried to line them up in rows

Make sense of what I lack

But every time I force a shape

Another star slips through the cracks

They told me symmetry is strength

A clean reflection, easy math

But mirrors lie about the dark

And maps don’t show the broken paths

I’m built of crooked constellations

Scattered sparks that don’t align

Not a flaw, but an equation

Solved in ways they can’t design

I don’t glow the way they handed me the sky

But every wrong star keeps me alive

Your voice can cut a perfect line

Mine stutters, bends, then overflows

You run on instinct polished clean

I stop and dig before I go

You scale the wall they set in front

I tunnel underneath

Different ways of touching air

Different kinds of belief

They rank the fire by how it looks

Ignore the heat that scars the hand

I learned to warm the unseen rooms

While you burned bright on command

I’m built of crooked constellations

Out of sync but still precise

Every gap a variation

Every weakness pays a price

I don’t glow the way they promised in their lines

But every wrong star keeps me alive

If matching mold is all that counts

Then why does it keep cracking me

Maybe chaos holds a code

Too complex for symmetry

Let them shine in straight equations

I’ll hum in fractured signs

A choir made of almosts

Still learning how to rise

We’re built of crooked constellations

None of us the same design

Every miss a new rotation

Every break a way to climb

We don’t glow the way they scripted in their minds

But these wrong stars rewrite the night

So don’t fix me into silence

Don’t smooth the edge I learned to be

I’m not broken, I’m unfinished

In irregular harmony