Told
Dirty looks of men on my skin
Made me think I had to hide it
Being judged because I wasn't thin
Made me feel I'd never fit in
How does everyone know better
"You're pretty, you should wear a skirt"
Sorry this mold is not right for me
But I guess I'm just done being fuckin sorry
I used to find myself closing my eyes
And listen
The "close your thighs, close your mouth, close your shirt
Obey and close your mind"
I'm done being told who I am
Careful what you say to someone
Deep down we all feel alike
The voice and words in your mouth
Become the ones stuck in my mind
You don't own me just cause you fucked me
A body is not property
Sorry my gender made you wonder
But I guess I'm just done being fuckin sorry
I used to find myself smiling when asked
But who are you to
Tell me what I should do, who I should be, you don't know a thing about me
I'm done being told who I am
I'm so done being told who I am
This kind of shit you can keep to yourself
I'm not destined to your madame
And even less a pretty doll standing still on your fucking shelf
I'm so done being told who I am
Rude but fuck I think I have the right to be fucking angry
This whole thing turned into a riot jam
I just had to say I'm done being fucking sorry
Made me think I had to hide it
Being judged because I wasn't thin
Made me feel I'd never fit in
How does everyone know better
"You're pretty, you should wear a skirt"
Sorry this mold is not right for me
But I guess I'm just done being fuckin sorry
I used to find myself closing my eyes
And listen
The "close your thighs, close your mouth, close your shirt
Obey and close your mind"
I'm done being told who I am
Careful what you say to someone
Deep down we all feel alike
The voice and words in your mouth
Become the ones stuck in my mind
You don't own me just cause you fucked me
A body is not property
Sorry my gender made you wonder
But I guess I'm just done being fuckin sorry
I used to find myself smiling when asked
But who are you to
Tell me what I should do, who I should be, you don't know a thing about me
I'm done being told who I am
I'm so done being told who I am
This kind of shit you can keep to yourself
I'm not destined to your madame
And even less a pretty doll standing still on your fucking shelf
I'm so done being told who I am
Rude but fuck I think I have the right to be fucking angry
This whole thing turned into a riot jam
I just had to say I'm done being fucking sorry
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Writer(s): Laurène Parsy
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