I could have moved to Berlin. 

Oh well, here I am. 

I could have learned the language. 

Oh well, here I am. 

I guess that leather ball gag is not for me. 

I could have been swinging up there easily. 

I could have been looking down from the ceiling. 

Fish hooks through my back like it ain’t no thing. 

Like my body was meant for me. 

I could have known the feeling of the razor through my tongue - 

Splitting my spoon into a fork. 

I kept what I was given because I was told God’s image

Didn’t match with what I imagined myself to be.

Oh no! Here I am…

With what I knew myself to be. 

Oh no. Here I am without a body meant for me. 

My body was meant for me.