gothicwolf

my feelings today:
brought to you by 'manic street preachers' with 'born a girl'

do i look good for you tonight
will you accuse me if i hide behind these layersof 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 walls we build around us to keep out the sadness also keep out the joy.

For all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been.'