So what if I want to be someone else?
My life isn't worth the torture,
We must each walk through thorns,
Just to stay alive.
So what if I don't want to be me?
But I'm still stuck in these old rags.
I want to live my life;
The world is my oyster,
To the small shed of my village.
What if I don't want to wear these shoes?
Never been one for make-up
But I live my high heels, the pretty trinkets
How close I can hold them.
So what do you do when someone special
Wouldn't give you the time of day?
Show me how to not be me.
I can't break these bindings,
They suffocate and strange.
Twisting my insides out and
Spilling my mind like milk.
They say I've lost it, I'm crazy.
Maybe, maybe I am, but:
That is a part of me I renounce.
Cast of my skin and step into another,
Taller, thinner, blonder, happier, confident.
Stuff I want to be, but just isn't me.
How do I be me if I'm what I hate?