Bordeaux

Bordeaux
Mizfitted
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The Story

Not a Game is a deeply personal song about the struggle of hiding who you truly are. It explores the fear of judgment, rejection, and the pressure to live up to other people’s expectations while carrying a secret that feels impossible to share.

At its core, the song is about the journey from fear to acceptance. It reflects the emotional weight of pretending to be someone else, but also the freedom that comes from finally embracing your true self. While the story is rooted in the experience of sexual orientation and identity, its message speaks to anyone who has ever felt different, misunderstood, or afraid to be authentic.

Not a Game is a reminder that being yourself is not a game, not a phase, and not something that should be hidden. Sometimes the greatest challenge is finding the courage to let others see who you really are.

  • artist:Mizfitted
  • genres:Pop, Singer/Songwriter
  • Release date:April 10, 2026
  • Credits:Robin Hildingson

She was new to the weight she carried

I was used to reading signs

Among strangers, trying to fit in

Hoping coffee would hide her tired eyes

 

Long days climbing in and out

Of training notes and skies

A captain who liked control

And nerves she tried to hide

Flying high, late at night

All the streetlights out of sight

Everything should feel alright

But something still felt off inside

You tried to hide it, played it cool

Even though it was a hard enough task

Just being you

Last flight took us south that night

Bordeaux was finally in sight

But the plane didn’t want to take us home

And time was running out

They asked if we were strong enough

To stretch the night again

I saw the question in your eyes

You’d already been given all you had

Flying high, late at night

All the streetlights out of sight

Everything should feel alright

But something still felt really off inside

Too much weight, too much load

Too much more than you were ever meant to hold

You’d been learning how to fly the plane

While learning who to be

When pressure filled the quiet space

You didn’t have to carry it alone with me

I’ve never done well with power trips

Or silence dressed as law

So I said what needed saying

And didn’t ask for more

We stayed the night, let hours rest

Let breathing come back slow

The city held us quietly

Like it wanted us to know

Outside the hotel, we lit our cigarettes

No words we had to find

It felt like time just stepped aside

And left the noise behind

Flying high, late at night

All the streetlights out of sight

Everything should feel alright

But something still felt off inside

You didn’t need to feel alone,

I took your hand and stood beside you

Till it felt like home

Till it felt like home