Am I walking too feminine, is my voice too high?

Why else would you call me ma'am as I walk by

If not that, it must be my body, too many curves for sure

So I'll bind till I can barely breathe, till I'm desprate for another cure

I'm a guy. I'm a guy. I'm a guy.

Not only convincing others, but myself as I cry.

I'm not faking it, it's not a phase

I'm not an attention seeker, I'm not looking for praise

I look in a mirror and see a body that is not my own

If I could die and be reborn someone else, I would carve my own headstone

I'm a guy. I'm a guy. I'm a guy.

But they still call me a girl when they say goodbye.