dysphoria ft. Robin Hearts Lyrics

Can't I just perceive who I want to be

Can't cracked glass refract what I need you to see

These shadows on the sidewalk look like someone else

So in the shade, I'll count the days till I feel like myself

Stare at myself, I don't wanna be

Words from your mouth make me wanna leave

Hair on my face 'cause of how I was born

Makes others assume as to how I conform

"The pitch of the voice must mean one or the other

And real men don't grow up to be like their mothers

Thought you'd have noticed by now

Fate made its mind up, there's no way around"

This chest is padlocked and I know the key just won't quite fit it

And what's inside is all construed, a foul grungy divot

Full of extra parts and organs, like the creator who did it

Didn't draw the proper blueprint, saw it wouldn't fit and hid it,

Didn't realize that it would grow to resent the skin it lives in

With its pieces shoved together in an incorrect formation

It could live with it, if it only had the time and place to grow

And with passing time and retrospect, everyone would know

That's not me

That's not me

I'm still learning about who I am and who I want to be

That's not me

That's not me

I'm not pining for your sympathy, just a little room to breathe

Somewhere in my chest, there's still a kid who doesn't know

That they're supposed to play a part, that they're supposed to play a role

They're supposed to play a game and everybody knows the rules

But they just weren't there the day that they taught that in school

Everyone keeps telling them "kid you get what you get-

The coin was flipped when you were born and now your life is set.

It doesn't matter what you want, or if you understand

The time is up, you've had your fun, now grow up, be a man

That's not me

That's not me

Don't you try and tell me who I am and who I have to be

That's not me

That's not me

I'm not pining for your sympathy, just a little room to breathe

Staring at my reflection and I'm learning how

To peel back the layers and let myself out

So this face on mirrors that stares back will see

There's someone inside of me that I'd love to meet

That's me

That's me

Don't you try and tell me who I am and who I have to be

That's me

That's me

I'm not pining for your sympathy, just a little room to breathe