You know, how long a heart can bear,
I bore the name, the burden carried through.
All I have — your betrayal, your cover.
It’s hard, you know it’s hard to fight, hard to build.
Things everyone say,
I am tired of hiding, tired of dreaming,
tired of being the one I thought I could build into.
But dear, I am me.
Yet know I will never be accepted like I am, like how I became.
You are me, remember.
Remember the times I looked in the mirror to see someone,
yet my form compromised.
An eye that has none, but someone —
maybe you know her, maybe I know her,
yet it was me.
Those elegant scents never gave peace,
the one I yearned for — you and me.
Yet here I am for you.
Isn’t this your dream, or not?
Fine, I will walk alone,
like always,
like who I am.