I don't know if my mom loves me any more
She said I am changing I am not what she bargained for
I set fire to abusers like a war I am a terror
But I don't know what it is I fight for
And I cure the pores in my skin I leave no room for anything
I survive because I have died
And I cure the pores in my skin I leave no room for anything
I survive because I have died
And just to keep my head afloat and my body unprovoked
I set up walls and make sure to include a window
And just to keep my head afloat and my body unprovoked
I set up walls and make sure to include a window
And I cure the pores in my skin I leave no room for anything
I survive because I have died
And I cure the pores in my skin I leave no room for anything
I survive because I have died
And maybe in here I'll learn to love fear
And maybe in a year I will not feel like a bad queer
