Now you're asking who I know here
I reply I'm alone with my fear
And you've got me on my hands and knees
Asking god why's it always gotta be me
I won't be your girl
I won't make it easy
I'm not your fucking daughter
I won't be your girl
I won't make it easy
I'm not your fucking daughter
How I'd love to just hold her hand
But society says no because she's not a man
And I wanna walk alone at night
But I can't without my spine being chilled with fright
I won't be your girl
I won't make it easy
I'm not your fucking daughter
I won't be your girl
I won't make it easy
I'm not your fucking daughter
Why do my clothes matter to you
I'm dying struggling trying just to see myself shine through
Why do you call for me from your car
How do I hide the pain how do I cover the scars
Why do my clothes matter to you
I'm dying struggling trying just to see myself shine through
Why do you call for me from your car
How do I hide the pain how do I cover the scars