How could they understand what it feels like to wake up in this skin? A static hum that follows me around Some days it's low, some days it's screaming loud It's in the bathroom sink the cracked bathroom tile soap slick on my fingers, cold water biting my wrists A single look can set the whole thing off one shop window can hand it right back And the mirror... yeah, the mirror... It knows the wrong face doesn't know my name I'm not the shape they read at first glance I'm not the part they keep trying to pin on me It's like I'm dressed in someone else's clothes and everybody swears that's all I'll ever be But there's a person under all this noise trying to breathe, trying to be seen How could they know how it hits when the reflection doesn't feel like me? Doesn't feel like me doesn't feel like me It doesn't... It doesn't.... Doesn't feel like me... They call it simple like I can shrug and move on like I don't feel it in my chest every time I catch myself in glass, in chrome, in a phone screen flash like I don't spend half my life trying to get back to my own face I'm not the shape they read at first glance I'm not the part they keep trying to pin on me It's like I'm dressed in someone else's clothes and everybody swears that's all I'll ever be But there's a voice under all this noise getting louder, refusing to leave How could they know how it hits when the reflection doesn't feel like me? Doesn't feel like me doesn't feel like me
