Transneu Zuko welcome, we all say in unison
I love him
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I am not
I am not
I am not your daughter.
I am not
I am not
I am not your son.
There are so many times
I want you to see
How I am not
The person you think
But every time I open my mouth
You close off your heart
And now I’m always
In the wrong.
I will listen
I will speak
And I want you to hear me out
I am not
I am not
I am not your daughter.
I am not
I am not
I am not your son.
I will explain this to you
Till my face turns blue
And the stars go out tonight.
Give me a chance
To let you know
This is how I am.
I will listen
I will speak
And I want you to hear me out.
I am not
I am not
I am not your daughter.
I am not
I am not
I am not your son.
I won’t pick a side
For your own comfort
And let myself fade away.
I will learn
The language you speak
And I will preach this back to you.
I will listen
I will speak
And I want you to hear me out.
I am not
I am not
I am not your daughter.
I am not
I am not
I am not your son.
How many ways
Can there possibly be
To tell you how I feel
Again and again?
I’m running out of words
Someone wind me up again
I’m so tired, I’m so tired
Of looking at the pages
That are my sole escape
My mind is buzzing
With things I wish I had the courage to say.
And I’m still wondering now
How many ways
Can there possibly be
To say how I’m not normal?
How many times
Must I scream
I am not a daughter
Before I’m finally told
That nobody wants to hear it?
Stop lying to me
Stop telling me you understand
Because I’m so tired
Of this body
And the way it’s winding down
I’m running out of words
Someone please tell me
How many ways
Can there possibly be
To tell you I’m not ok?
And now you’ve scared me
Now I’m silenced
And yet you think it’s fine
I’m not ok, I’m not alright!
Someone tell me that’s ok
Someone tell me I’m not a freak
Even if I don’t believe
How many ways
Can there possibly be
To say I’m so damn tired?
I am nothing, I am nothing
I am not your daughter
I’ve never been but now I wonder
How many ways
Can there possibly be
For you to say
You don’t care?
Cause I’m running out of air
And I’m running out of words
Someone wind me up again
How many ways
Are there to say
That I am not your daughter?
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