Текст песни dysphoria (feat. Robin Hearts) - Werewing

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