The mask

I don't know why I keep this mask.It doesn't fit me -- it never has.And now I've figured out this mess,It seems to fit me even less.I would much rather wear a dress...

But where I'm from, the risk's too high.When I still look like a guy(In many ways -- I hate them all),If I step outside the doorWith these clothes that I adore,What sort of danger would I call?

But I can't waste my life awayAnd live a lie until the dayI'll get to look a certain way.

In the end, it's up to meTo find the courage that I needAnd be the girl I wish to be.

-- Lady Scarecrow