I Don't Fit In
Embracing Uniqueness: Caleb Caudle's Anthem of Nonconformity
Lyrics
I don't fit in
I feel like I don't belong
Not the way that's expected
Not conforming to societal expectations
There's a murder of crows
Imagery of a group of crows, possibly symbolizing darkness or challenges
Counting the bones they've collected
Crows tallying the consequences or struggles
I don't fit in
Reiteration of not fitting in
Not at all
Emphasizing the feeling of not fitting in
Not at all
Reiteration for emphasis
I never minded following all the rules
Past adherence to rules
That were set for me
Rules set for the speaker
Just so long as they all made sense
The rules making sense and allowing personal freedom
And I could do just as I please
Desire for freedom and individuality
You can be yourself
Advice to be authentic
I was told it ain't worth the fight
Being oneself is considered not worth the struggle
That kept me up all night
Inner conflict causing sleepless nights
I don't fit in
Reiteration of not fitting in
Not the way that's expected
Non-conformity to societal expectations
There's a murder of crows
Continuation of dark imagery with crows
Counting the bones they've collected
Symbolic counting of life's challenges
I don't fit in
Reiteration of not fitting in
Not at all
Emphasizing the feeling of not fitting in
Not at all
Reiteration for emphasis
There's shorter roads and lighter loads
Mention of easier paths and fewer burdens
Only thing that you have to do
Instructions on conforming to societal norms
Be less of this and more of that
Transforming oneself to meet societal expectations
Til' there's little left of you
Loss of individuality
I could let the lies
Allowing falsehoods to pass without challenge
Slide right through my 2 front teeth
Discomfort with deception
That don't sit right with me
Inner conflict with dishonesty
I don't fit in
Reiteration of not fitting in
Not the way that's expected
Non-conformity to societal expectations
There's a murder of crows
Continuation of dark imagery with crows
Counting the bones they've collected
Symbolic counting of life's challenges
I don't fit in
Reiteration of not fitting in
Not at all
Emphasizing the feeling of not fitting in
Not at all
Reiteration for emphasis
The deck is stacked my bags are packed
Life's challenges are ready, and the speaker is prepared
One for all my many moods
Reference to various emotional states
I'll change again get strange again
Embracing change and uniqueness
What a joy it is to choose
Expressing joy in making personal choices
I'll be satisfied and full of pride
Satisfaction and pride in personal authenticity
When my wind has blown
Fulfillment when exploring the unknown
Into the wild unknown
Reference to venturing into uncharted territories
I don't fit in
Reiteration of not fitting in
Not the way that's expected
Non-conformity to societal expectations
There's a murder of crows
Continuation of dark imagery with crows
Counting the bones they've collected
Symbolic counting of life's challenges
I don't fit in
Reiteration of not fitting in
Not at all
Emphasizing the feeling of not fitting in
Not at all
Reiteration for emphasis
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