I yearn to feel So beautiful (just feminine)
Not so alien In my body (in your world)
Cis white men are a dime a dozen
Getting most of the attention
risked my privilege for happiness
Yet still yearning and restless

Stuck in a conundrum
Does my voice match my face?
Cuz I am Sir mate bro'd at my job
And I'm Yes queen slayed in this bar
I know who I am, you don't know me
I'm just a girl, in a pretty fucked up world
There's no code of ethics on my rights
For I took the power of a god
And made my own freewill from within
Yet I still fight to define who I am
Do you know where I stand?
Death before detransition

If I toughened up
Like I was told to do
So many times as a boy
I could be hit by a car
Or fall off a bridge
And still live thru the pain
Even if I didn't want to