Peek and Judge

I’ve been living and dying running after what I need

I’ve been winning and losing all my reasons to keep

Fighting and staying strong even if I don’t wanna breathe

I’ve been living so badly and I don’t think I will succeed

I’ve been explaining the fucking differences between sexual orientation and gender identity

I’ve been saying this ever since I was eighteen and I’ll keep repeating it like a mad machine

I’ve been living and dying running after what I need

I’ve been winning and losing all my reasons to keep

He keeps fighting for you to understand his way to be, so then maybe he’ll be barely free

She keeps praying for you not to kill her out in the street just because she’s not being so “discreet”

They keep persisting for you to recognize they exist and you put more attention to your fucking Whist

We keep persisting in being alive even though it’s not 1965 or any old-fashioned time

I’ve been living and dying running after what I need

I’ve been winning and losing all my reasons to keep

Fighting and staying strong even if I don’t wanna breathe

I’ve been living so badly and I don’t think I will succeed

And I don’t think I will succeed

And I don’t think I will succeed

They think I don’t mind every time they try to kill my self esteem when I’m just epicene

They think I don’t mind every time they try to kill my self esteem when I’m just epicene

I’ve been living and dying running after what I need

I’ve been winning and losing all my reasons to keep

Fighting and staying strong even if I don’t wanna breathe

I’ve been living so badly and I don’t think I will succeed

I tried to explain it the easiest way it could be but you are still misunderstanding me

I tried to change your old-fashioned point of view but you only asked me to join the queue

I’ve been living and dying running after what I need

I’ve been winning and losing all my reasons to keep

He keeps fighting for you to understand his way to be, so then maybe he’ll be barely free

She keeps praying for you not to kill her out in the street just because she’s not being so “discreet”

They keep persisting for you to recognize they exist and you put more attention to your fucking Whist

We keep persisting in being alive even though it’s not 1965 or any old-fashioned time

People peek and judge my lifestyle but they don’t see their fucking rotten old style

Fake friends think they better than me, preaching a misogynistic way to be

In the nights that I wanted my life to end, my freedom seemed to be my only friend

Compare myself to many brilliant minds, soon I realized it’s such a waste of time