Pretty Girls Don't Cry
Will you accuse me as I hide
Behind these layers of disguise
In 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
Twisted
I know that you have reasons for your expectations,
She says as she walks out the door,
I fear that nothing comes of this and that her anger grows with time,
Up in the cold, contagious world.
And she feels that I always knew,
But was just too concerned with you,
Wrong visions flared across her mind,
A nd so with time, I'm left behind.
Pat on my back, slap in my face, what will it be?
Make up your minds one at a time, stop tempting me!
It puts a smirk across my face to see two different sides of you,
your pleasant smile your twisted ways,
I see you never want to change and that you can't control me now,
so stay with me or go your way.
And she feels that I always knew,
But was just too concerned with you,
Wrong visions flared across her mind,
A nd so with time, I'm left behind.
Pat on my back, slap in my face, what will it be?
Make up your minds one at a time, stop tempting me!