You ever feel like you’re wearing a mask you didn’t even pick out? Like the world’s handed you a script, and you’re just reading the lines, even though they don’t fit who you are underneath? That’s where I’m Tired of Being Something comes from—it’s the sound of someone kicking off the costume and saying, “Enough.” I picture this song starting with a slow, heavy strum, maybe a lone guitar or a piano that feels a little worn out, like it’s been carrying the weight of expectations too long. Then the vocals come in, raw and real, spilling out this quiet frustration that builds into something fierce.
This isn’t just a song—it’s a confession. It’s for anyone who’s ever felt stuck being the “good one,” the “strong one,” or the “whatever everyone else needs me to be.” There’s this ache in it, sure, but there’s fire too. The chorus could hit like a release—“I’m tired of being something, I just wanna be me”—simple words, but they’d land like a punch because they’re so damn true. I imagine the bridge getting messy, maybe tossing in some gritty lines about all the roles we play: the perfect kid, the hustler, the shoulder to cry on. It’s not polished or pretty—it’s honest, like a late-night talk with your best friend when the masks finally slip.
What makes this song special? It’s the way it’d grab you by the heart and make you nod along, thinking, “Yeah, I’ve been there.” It’s not about big drama or fancy metaphors—it’s about the quiet rebellion of choosing yourself for once. I can see it being one of those tracks you play on repeat when you’re driving alone, windows down, letting the weight of the day peel off. Maybe it’s not a chart-topper, but it’s the kind of song that sticks with people, the one they hum when they’re ready to stop pretending.
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