out in the cold

no one there

they want us to be angels

they want us to go play with the barbies

they want the little girls in pink back

but all i want to do

is run down a dark alley and burn them

burn the barbies

burn the pink sweaters

just to see them go up in flames

and know that those memories are gone

just so that the change is real

and they learn to deal

just to become me

and let them know the truth

let us stand here on our own

growing our way

not theirs

just to become me and to become youn

not to become the little prisses

standing in their ambercrombie

just to become the suck ups

to become what we're not

and to become what they want

well here are three words i terish

go fuck yourself