Misplaced

Don't feel one way
Or the other
Catching my breath
Gotta find my way through this mess
They say you should feel pride
But deep inside
I'm struggling to find myself in a dress

Oh, I'm tired of playing this little game
So uninspired
We don't owe you anything
Fitting into our little boxes
Finding our space
Oh, I'm tired
Oh, I'm misplaced
Hmm
Hmm

Lowering my voice
Standing up tall
Dysphoria rules me, but I can't control it all
When it mashes up my insides to look something like me
She is dead
And they are free

Oh, I'm tired of playing this little game
So uninspired
We don't owe you anything
Fitting into our little boxes
Can't be replaced
Oh, I'm tired
Oh, I'm misplaced

Oh, I'm tired of playing this little game (this little game)
So uninspired
We don't owe you anything
Fitting into our little boxes
Can't be contained
Oh, I'm tired
Oh, I'm misplaced
Hmm

Oh, I'm misplaced
Hmm
Oh, I'm misplaced
Hmm (fitting into our little boxes)
Oh, I'm misplaced (finding our space) hmm
(Oh, I'm tired)
Oh, I'm misplaced



Credits
Writer(s): Zara Nixon
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