Nothing fits right
we push and we shove but nothing
We scrabble and scrape while everyone takes
What we are to make us fit.
Though we may beg and protest and try to resist
They continue to beat down with iron fist
We strain and we moan to no ears but our own
Hearts break with no remorse as we are beaten with no remorse
All this so we'll say "fine I'll be your way"
Once we've given in the pain doesn't end
Now we are simply an outsider looking in
We can hardly remember where we began
As our own woman or man.
Don't fool yourself friend you'll never be them
for always we'll be