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I ask myself every day: Who I am I still can't tell,
Em C Em C
'Am I wearing a mask for a play? but I know I'm climbing out of this hell
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And is the mask of a girl or a boy?' to live as the lady I was born to be:
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This agony gives me no joy. winged, unconfined, boundless, and free.

Am G
It's a question of my heart:
Em C
'Shall I stay or should I restart?'
Am G
So many broken years,
Em C
so many needless tears.

Am G
As they call me to harm,
Em C
I'm bleeding from my arm.
Am G
Red like roses, these scars
Em C
will meet in falling stars.

Am G
I wear a masculine mask
Em C
and to wear it is quite a task,
Am G
for I am a lady beneath,
Em C
and soon I will unsheath.

Am G
Shame and doubt plague my soul
Em C
and confusion takes its toll.
Am G
Trapped in my very own flesh,
Em C
what am I but a wretch?

Am G
I dressed as a girl when I was alone
Em C
as if I was to atone
Am G
for the dissonance in my mind.
Em C
How could I have been so blind?