Self-Diagnosed Songtext
von Altamira

It′s stupid
Self-diagnosed compulsive liar
Nothing i tell you is a fact
If i ever end up on fire
I'll be just fine, I′m made of glass
Psychologists say they can help me
Yeah like I'd ever fall for that
I call BS on confidentiality
I'll search for cover diving under all this
Ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Ooh, ooooh
I don′t admit to being complicit in my demise
No surprise
I don′t expect you to understand my exactitude
In fact it's rude I′d love to keep it all to my
Self-diagnosed gender dysphoria
Goes hand-in-hand with my deceit
21 years of lying to myself
Inner narration has a way of being bleak
I finally coughed up, my female feelings
Only after getting cut
But if you never found those E-pills
And checked my refills
Maybe you'd still be in the dark
Self-diagnosed compulsive liar
I′ll tell you what you wanna know
If I ever end up on fire
Won't tell you all I′m made of snow