Feeling like the black sheep, at this Thanksgiving dinner
With the rich parents, divorced dad who doesn't get you
Gone is the boy who couldn't fit in
Now is his daughter who wants to feel understood

To go from masc to femme
In a judge-mental world
Will break you down so bad
Looking within myself
I know I've changed for the better
Amid the stress of danger I

I'm forced to fight for a flag, against my will
Suited terfs decreeing laws against our bodies
Incel gunmen coming into our clubs, shooting us in the back
They may kill me but you can't kill a queer identity

For we are, eternal, it's all we are