Hey…

I know I’m a boy, And maybe I’m ment to be a boyfriend, But would it be wrong to wish for a switch, Or At least the want to be your girl, Or the want for a woman to take me, Being the one who’s shy or awkward, When I try to act cool, Or playing to much to be tough, It feels so unreal, And just so not me, I want to be the one in someone’s arms, Wishing to be reassured that I’ll be ok, Wanting nothing but to be held I guess, Honestly I feel miserable playing my role, The role I was given by birth, I can’t have cute things, I can’t have long hair, Hell I can’t even be cutesy, So I guess I’m just frozen here, All on my lonesome in my gender formed ice.