Goodbye

I’m thinking about thinking
I’m dreaming about dreaming too
I wish I had been your son
A daughter wasn’t good for you

I wish I was
I wish I could
But I cant be
Let me be
I wish I wasn’t born
I wish I’d been a son

I’ll write you one last letter
I’m in doubt that you’ll even care
Wishes are like my hope
And hope has never been there

I’d like to see
If you could be
If you could try
To be me
With all this said
I wish I was dead

I like being your daughter
But you try to look, you can’t see
But because I’m not a son
You despise the thought of me

I can't be
Let me be
I can’t think
I can’t dream
I wish I could be myself

So I’ll take my old rope
And I’ll take my tree
You wish to be blind
So your eyes can’t see
Watch my body swing
You never heard my plea

You’ll smile to yourself
And when the day is done
Then you will whisper
At least she wasn’t a son

-----Goodbye------