(It should be noted that the first two lines in the second verse are shamelessly stolen from 'Braindamage' by Pink Floyd)

My Gender's bent beyond repair.
I feel so freakish, but I don't care.
princess wearing floral prints,
it makes no sense to want this change.

Could raised blade make the change
to rearrange me 'till I'm sane?
What's the prize I visualize
that presses me to bear this pain?

Flush my life and start again?
Third time's a charm, lil miss charming!
Trailor trash boy in dead end town
to against-the-odds man in a closet in a gown.
Now pay for the lies you told or believed,
and the folks you decieved
are the ones that you're harming.

How do you fight the flow of society
When they're so critical about the role for me?
Where do I pull endurance for the fight
when I don't know if it's an ego trip
or if I'm actually right?

A month or two ago SRS seemed like insanity.
Now it just seems severely unconventional.
Am I fulfilling some narcisistic vanity?
Am I just scared to be responsible for something so intentional?

Now tuck, and pad, and sinch, and tweeze
and bear the sting of electrolysis,
Now lose some weight and pop the pill.
Bend reluctant flesh to iron will.

You've dreamed it more than half your life,
now make manifest in flesh by the swipe of a knife.
Eleviate the state of constant confusion,
and bring into reality your lovely illusion.