Standing there, out of place (original ver)

If conformity is what's considered right,
then I was wrong from the beginning.

Each time I adjust to the atmosphere,
the outline of who I am gets worn away.
In a world where even questioning
is labeled as noise.

"Standing While Out of Sync" captures
a quiet but unyielding resolve-
a refusal to step back without raising one's voice.

Not aligning isn't rebellion.
It isn't escape.

It's simply the choice
to hold onto one's own rhythm.

Even if you don't break,
even if you never blend in,
standing in dissonance itself
is already proof enough.