I had a dream the night we signed the papers, you took me for a lonely walk
We rode up in an elevator, we wandered down an empty hall
And at the end was this receptionist who smiled at you but would not speak to me
She handed you some kind of list and you looked at it and told me I could just choose three
I could change my nose, my face, my skin
I could change my skin my face my nose
Or else the body that my brain is imprisoned in
But I woke up just before I chose
Tell me honestly what would you have me wear
What would you have me say
Meek as you like in medium haute couture
Media aware and getting younger every day
This is not the world I had in mind
I know I have no right to want the world
To rearrange itself just as I’d like
I’d just like to be an ordinary girl
Don’t be ashamed of it
I couldn’t stand another woman’s shoes or another game of heads you win and tails I lose
I won’t be afraid of it
Better the devil that I know should take me
I invite you to come over here and make me choose
It takes a lot to give nothing is one thing I’ve learnt from unnecessary suffering
A hard time is a good time but at least I’m wondering if there is not another way a better way of being or becoming
I raised very high my own invisible bar; I never needed you to push me just watch me look out for me is about it but whoever you are please don’t attempt to
try and change me
I won’t be ashamed of it
I couldn’t stand another woman’s shoes or another game of heads you win and tails I lose
I won’t be afraid of it
Better the devil that I know should take me
I invite you to come over here and make me choose
I would like to break your legs, but I don’t have the strength in my arms
Sometimes it’s all that I can do, just to play
Have no patience with self-help, a sorry shelf of failed attempts at mental health
But what’s the one thing they all say, they say feel the fear and do it anyway