Verse 1

They stamp a number where my name should be

Draw up a shape and demand it fits me

Smile on cue, keep your head in line

Swallow the words they call “doing fine”

Pre-Chorus

You push, you press, you take your share

I bite my tongue till there’s nothing there

Chorus

I won’t wear your borrowed face

I won’t disappear in place

You can crowd me, you can shove

You don’t get to name my worth

I am not your piece to move

I am not your proof of truth

Get your hands off what is mine

I’m still here—I’m still mine