People need something or someone to fasten themselves to in order to reassure themselves that they are real.
People talk about my image, like I come in two dimensions, like lipstick is a sign of my declining mind, like what I happen to be wearing the day that someone takes my picture is my new statement for all womankind
Some people wear their smile like a disguise. Those people who smile a lot, watch their eyes. I know 'cause I'm like that a lot. You think everything's ok, and it is... 'till it's not.
It seems that different people have an idea of what I am, and what I should be. And then there's me.
Some people wear their heart up on their sleeve. I wear mine underneath my right pant leg, strapped to my boot.
In any marginalized community, whether people identify themselves or not affects us all.
There's a crowd of people harbored in every person, there are so many roles that we play. And you've decided to love me for eternity. I'm still deciding who I want to be today
When I need to wipe my face, I use the back of my hand, And I like to take up space just because I can, And I use my dress to wipe up my drink. I care less and less what people think.
People used to make records, as in the record of an event, the event of people playing music in a room, and now everything's cross-marketing, its about sunglasses and shoes, or guns and drugs that you choose.