Make me free.
Open my door.
Make them believe.
For it can’t be my fault.
Not anymore.
No one to blame.
No bad childhood to reminisce on.
I can’t be a little princess.
As I never was.
Coming out…
Coming out…
Coming out…
Take a look at me now.
It’s still the same face.
But I’m sure you don’t like me the same.
I don’t want to be anything.
Just okay with myself.