The Closets - Masquerade Lyrics

I shave in the bathroom, my cut drools on the can
As I wonder if I'm a woman or a man
You can call it a hobby, cause I do it every week
But I'm empty deep inside, don't got a tear on my cheek

Masquerade. I guess that's how I'm made
Masquerade. I guess I'll take it to my grave

Still have contemplation regarding how I swing
I guess I'm never ready for what life seems to fling
Playing dress up, while feeling juvenile
Then I try to cover up, as my conscious calls it vile

Masquerade. I guess that's how I'm made
Masquerade. I guess I'll take it to my grave

I put on some makeup, it seems to liberate
But then I awaken to my sorry state
They point and call them freaks, I crawl back in my shell
Their life must be a constant burning living hell

Masquerade. I guess that's how I'm made
Masquerade. I guess I'll take it to my grave

I don't like at all what my body obtains
I wish I could change without being shamed
I wish I wasn't in the body god gave to me
Is there a god? At this point, I just wanna be free

Masquerade. I guess that's how I'm made
Masquerade. I guess I'll take it to my grave

I stare into my mind with things that aren't there
With a different face, body, and hair
Loathing a life that's been a lie
When I remember my shell, I start to cry

Masquerade. I guess that's how I'm made
Masquerade. I guess I'll take it to my grave

They say you're born with what's assigned at birth
You look at what defines you and question your worth
The memories of isolation, the memories of confliction
The tragedies of the burdens that kept me stationed

Masquerade. I guess that's how I'm made
Masquerade. I guess I'll take it to my grave

I'm crawling from the surface as I'm Inching to the shore
But every time I get close, I'm pushed to where I was before
Oh, but if you could lend a hand, and let me be this way
Then I won't be stranded and left to wash up on the bay

Masquerade. I guess that's how I'm made
Masquerade. I guess I'll take it to my grave