Didn't want...
Didn't want...
Every time, boy, when you started the car,
I asked myself: what am I doing?
And that evening, I slowly died inside
I felt like my own rapist
You didn’t seem to understand,
And I didn’t blame you for it
You got angry, screamed and insulted
But I didn’t choose this, did I?
I didn’t do anything wrong,
I didn’t want to harm you
You drove me back, I was confused
It felt right, but why did I start this?
Was it because the people around me pushed me?
Was it because I needed some attention…?
I was afraid that my friends wouldn’t understand,
That they would think I am just an attention whore
Am I a whore for doing this?
I didn’t asked for this body, for this manly feelings
People always say they want to be different, they want to be astounding
I just want to be… like everybody else…
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