‘You Imagine You're In Prison'

You imagine you're in prison
You undertake a struggle that you don't have to be part of
The pretty route out of your skin has you smitten
But I suspect something else is what you crave escape from

You imagine you're in prison
You appropriate the words of your sisters as your own
You disown every aspect of what you were given
My, how your dysphoria has suddenly grown

You imagine you're in prison
But it's strange that you never pleaded captivity before
You protest that you kept your true identity hidden
Well, I guess to fight a wanton battle you must first incite a war

You imagine you're in prison
But you built your cell with your own soft hands
From the ashes of a life you weren't winning
And some fine day, you'll find that it's too late to turn back

Some fine day, you'll find that it's too late to turn back.