I tell you of my differences
that i am not what i seem
i wipe off all my makeup
and throw away my frilly things
cut my hair and put on a hood
oh my goodness, i feel so good.
you don’t like it, and i’m offending you?
you say this isn’t something i should choose.
you say i’ll never be the same
and i’m taking your “precious” daughter away.
you say “i’m losing you”
“You’re not my kid anymore”
you know, when i hit a certain age
i’m walking out that door
so i put on my makeup
and throw on a gown
you know that I will never be happy
but do you love your “precious” daughter now?