Sorry guys, this should have been a therapy session
But I don't feel like my therapist would understand
I'm not saying that my brain is complicated
But on the subject of therapy, that's where I stand
I hear these folk punk singers singing about
Leaving home on a freight train
There's some train tracks in my village
Wanna lie on them whilst we lie fall asleep?
When is it my turn to win?
When is it my turn to succeed?
When can I finally be free
From letting people step all over me?
Customers get mad when I don't speak up
But my voice is real quiet sometimes
They scream and they shout
To show what they're all about
But they don't know nothin' about me
Sometimes I think, "Why can't we all be nice?"
No transphobia, racism or anything
But I see it in the media
I see it when I go outside
And it makes me wanna hop of freight train once again
When is it my turn to win?
When is it my turn to succeed?
When can I finally be free
From letting people step all over me?
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I want the catharsis
Of knowing there won't be anything when I die
I want the closure of knowing
My future isn't just gonna run dry
I want a house in the woods with my boyfriend
I want couple of dogs and a little less dissociation
So if God is real, then I challenge thee
'Cause she challenges me everyday
She challenges me everyday
She challenges me everyday
She challenges me everyday