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Started out as her little doll, painted lips and laced in chains,
Didn’t mind the way she dressed me up, I was dancing in the rain.
Blush and heels, they felt so right, but the mirror told me lies,
Lost inside her perfect world, forgot to see through my own eyes.

It was sweet, it was safe, 'til the walls began to close,
Like a bird in a cage, wearing someone else’s clothes.
Had to break, had to run, just to hear my own voice,
Left the past in the dark, now I’m making my choice.

Now I walk my way, not black or white, just shades of me,
Gothic days behind, but I still wear my heart so free.
Blonde hair, soft eyes, but I own my style, my name,
February’s child, born of love, never tamed.

Oh, the nights spent searching deep, staring blank into the screen,
Tried to mask the hurt in velvet, but the cracks split through the seams.
Took a blade to the dye, let the old me wash away,
Kept the lace, kept the grace, but now it’s mine, not for display.

It was lost, it was cold, but I found my way back home,
Not the boy that they knew, but the man who stands alone.
Took the pain, took the past, turned it into something new,
Now I shine in my own light, got nothing left to prove.

Now I walk my way, not black or white, just shades of me,
Gothic days behind, but I still wear my heart so free.
Blonde hair, soft eyes, but I own my style, my name,
February’s child, born of love, never tamed.

Valentine’s candles burning low, another year, another glow,
Birthday wishes in my mind, I’m enough, I’ve always shined.
Public mask, private grace, I keep both in my embrace,
Now I know, I don’t need to choose, ‘cause I’m perfect in my space.

Now I walk my way, I’ve found my light, and I am free,
No more chains, no more doubts, I just love the way I breathe.
Soft and strong, bold yet shy, I’m the story I create,
February’s child, born of love, never tamed.

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Raith Moss