I wanted to make sense of the world To dot my i's and cross my t's And hope that everything would sort itself out I colored inside the lines with black and white, and thought that's what made it look beautiful And I tried so hard to blend in That I lost what it took to stand out Until one day I didn't cross a t And tried not to worry that it looked like an l I colored outside the lines, just a little bit Even though it made it look gray But no one ever said gray looked bad And when I stopped trying to understand the world I realized that the world doesn't want to be understood Some things just aren't meant to make sense And when I stopped trying so much to fit in I learned that the world likes people who stand out And if that's not beautiful, I don't know what is