do i look good for you tonight
will you accuse me as i hide
behind these layers of disguise
and the mirrors of my own happiness
i've loved the freedom of being inside
need a new start and a different time
something grows in the space between me
and it's twisting and changing this fragile body
and i wish i had been born a girl
instead of what i am
yes i wish i had been born a girl
and not this mess of a man
and not this mess of a man
and not this mess of a man
the censorship of my skin
is screaming inside and from within
there's no room in this world for a girl like me
no place around there where i fit in
and i wish i had been born a girl
instead of what i am
yes i wish i had been born a girl
and not this mess of a man
and not this mess of a man
and not this mess of a man
and not this mess of a man
and not this mess of a man |