It seems we can never express
Come on, we are in the 21st century, this is already outdated
Optimizing other people's feelings is horrible
It feels like we're going to die in a few seconds
Why can't we love anyone

And I can't express myself
I would love to say how I feel about him
But I also wish I wasn't oppressed
It's not my fault for being born this way

Yes, I like boys, mom
Yes, I like boys, dad
I won't stop being who I am
Yes, I like boys, brother
Yes, I like boys, Lilly
I won't stop being who I am

I was supposed to be happy, I wanted to feel that way
But the fear of the unknown and the known is greater
It seems like I can't expose myself
I can't go out holding hands with any man
Why would I be gay, and I am
But what's the fucking problem?

Yes, I like boys, mom
Yes, I like boys, dad
I won't stop being who I am
Yes, I like boys, brother
Yes, I like boys, Lilly
I won't stop being who I am

I was supposed to be happy, but I ended up liking men
I was supposed to be happy, but I ended up liking men
I was supposed to be happy, but I ended up liking men
I was supposed to be happy, but I ended up liking men
I was supposed to be happy, but I ended up liking men

Yes, I like boys (boys), mom
Yes, I like boys (boys), dad
I won't stop being who I am
Yes, I like boys (boys), brother
Yes, I like boys (boys), Lilly
I won't stop being who I am