I'm tryna come to terms with how I look in the mirror With what I see and how I feel about My gender, my clothes, expression Something just to ease the tension Something must've got inside my head Something must've sowed the discontent I feel like a representation of all my failures, to connect It was a malevolent word, I didn't intend it It was a slip of my words, it's irrelevant I was gonna spit out an old line just to save time But I'm feeling so fine, to be honest with you Try to see my side What do you get? Well, I'm a one mab critic But I do try to figure what all went wrong And it's up in your head Wasted on delusions and it's not hard to figure out When you try so hard When you get so hard It must've slipped my mind Try hard to look just fine Diminishing returns so I just might Take a breathtaking action that will change my life I was subliminal hungry, son of a gun Any terms and words that I will file under Underneath of my face I wanna make a big decision to change my pace Ah, ah-ah-ah Ah, ah-ah-ah Ah, ah-ah-ah Ah, ooh I wanna feel some of normal And maybe that's not for me I wanna feel some type of typical But I guess that's not for me