Elexa Veil - Another Language - Official Video

Maybe you were never broken. Maybe the world just never learned your language. An anthem for every soul who’s spent a lifetime trying to fit where they were never meant to. Verse 1 Everybody else looked certain, Like they knew which road to choose. I kept reading all the same directions… Still somehow ended up confused. Every map they handed me Was written in a language I don’t speak. So I learned to smile and nod along… Trying to become someone easier to love. Pre-Chorus You saw a smile. I wore a mask. You heard, “I’m fine.” I learned the script. Every conversation Felt like standing on a stage… Trying not to miss my line. Chorus I was measured by a ruler Never made for hands like mine. Trying to fit a different blueprint Inside somebody else’s lines. The smallest mountains looked like giants… While everyone walked right by. Maybe I was never broken… Maybe this world just never learned my design. Verse 2 I memorized the way they laughed. Practiced every little answer. I spent years becoming the reflection They expected to see. Hours disappeared inside a heartbeat… While the world kept calling my name. By the time the day was over… I had nothing left to give. Pre-Chorus Every smile Cost a little more. Every “I’m okay” Was one more mask. You only saw The version I rehearsed. Chorus I was measured by a ruler Never made for hands like mine. Trying to fit a different blueprint Inside somebody else’s lines. The smallest mountains looked like giants… While everyone walked right by. Maybe I was never broken… Maybe this world just never learned my design. Bridge Every room I walked into… Asked me To leave A piece of myself behind. So little by little… I sanded down the edges. Learned their language. Until one day… I looked into the mirror… And barely knew The person staring back. I spent years becoming The reflection They expected to see. Then… Maybe He never meant one design… Maybe… The map Was never wrong… Only written In another language. Maybe… The pieces I kept trying to erase… Were the very things That made me… Me. Final Chorus I was measured by a ruler Never made for hands like mine. Trying to fit A different blueprint Inside somebody else’s lines. No more hiding. No more rehearsing. No more apologizing For the way I was designed. Maybe I was never broken… Maybe this world just never learned my design. Maybe… I don’t have to change… To belong.