Growing up
I don't think I see you how other girls do
When you ask me to I patch up your open wounds
Open wounds
Put my jacket on your shoulders like the movie scenes
I don't think that our friends are as nice as I am to you

I thought everybody liked both boys and girls
Doesn't anyone's hair look nice when it's curled?
When it's curled
Not a soul around me knows who I am
Desk are full but one me in this world

Not to be cliche but no one understands
I'm not doing so great but I'm doing the best I can
Best I can
She told me that she likes mе but i'm too much
Can't even be my own Supеrman

Maybe I can breathe in a new atmosphere
Maybe I can finally be so crystal queer
Oh my God, I thought I had it figured out
What's being a girl even about?
Growing up took myself away from me
Growing up, not long ago, felt out of reach
Growing up just forced me to express myself
Doing as I please makes things hurt less

Growing up took myself away from me
Growing up, not long ago, felt out of reach
Growing up just forced me to express myself
Doing as I please makes things hurt less