It seems we can never express Come on, we are in the 21st century, this is already outdated Optimizing other people's feelings is horrible It feels like we're going to die in a few seconds Why can't we love anyone And I can't express myself I would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