Manic Street Preachers

do i look good for you tonight will you accuse me as i hide
behind these layers of 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