Do I look good for you tonight. 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. 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.