Unoriginal
Embracing Uniqueness: A Symphony of Individuality by Asher DeVerna
Lyrics
I swear I've heard that played before
I recognize this musical piece from somewhere before.
You said like I wouldn't know
You act as if I wouldn't be familiar with it.
It plays out in my head
The music replays in my mind.
And I think it should be said
I believe it needs to be expressed or communicated.
I can never resist my admiration
I cannot resist expressing my admiration.
Because it's what I want to hear
It aligns with what I desire to hear.
And want to sound like
I aspire to sound like this.
It Revolves around my world like a satellite
It has a significant influence on my world, akin to a satellite.
You call it lies
You perceive it as deceit, but I see it as a source of motivation.
I call it inspiration
Termed as lies by some, I label it as inspiration.
That's all that I'm taking
Inspiration is the only thing I am embracing.
A melody, keeps telling me
A recurring tune insists on me.
I wish I could be more like you, but it makes me unoriginal
I desire to emulate you, but it makes me seem unoriginal.
Mirror the things you do but it makes me unoriginal
Mimicking your actions also contributes to my lack of originality.
Your chords and structures were always so predictable
Your musical patterns are consistently foreseeable.
They say just be yourself, but it makes me unoriginal
Society advises authenticity, yet it leads me to feel unoriginal.
There it is again, a familiar friend
A familiar presence reappears.
To tell me this is not my place
It reminds me that this is not my place.
You didn't make this, I already have that on my playlist
You didn't create this; I already have it in my playlist.
Everything comes from somewhere
All creations have origins.
Somehow
In some way.
And someday you'll know
Someday, you'll realize you're not different.
That your the same, it should never be a source of pain
Being similar should not cause distress.
You call it lies
You see it as lies; I see it as a wellspring of creativity.
I call it inspiration
Termed as lies by some, I label it as inspiration.
That's all that I'm taking
Inspiration is the only thing I am embracing.
A melody, keeps telling me
A recurring tune insists on me.
I wish I could be more like you, but it makes me unoriginal
I desire to emulate you, but it makes me seem unoriginal.
Mirror the things you do but it makes me unoriginal
Mimicking your actions also contributes to my lack of originality.
And It makes me so damn miserable
This process brings immense misery.
To compare me
Comparing myself to others is a painful experience.
To anyone out there
Asking not to be compared to anyone else.
Please stop telling me I'm worthless
Requesting to cease the devaluation of my worth.
Giving your life purpose
Your life gains significance by providing purpose.
You know you just boil me down with a single phrase
A single phrase reduces me to simplicity.
You sound just like someone else I know
Your words resemble someone I know too well.
I wish I could be more like you, but it makes me unoriginal
I desire to emulate you, but it makes me seem unoriginal.
Mirror the things you do but it makes me unoriginal
Mimicking your actions also contributes to my lack of originality.
Your chords and structures were always so predictable
Your musical patterns are consistently foreseeable.
They say just be yourself, but it makes me unoriginal
Society advises authenticity, yet it leads me to feel unoriginal.
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