Who are they to tell us who to be?
They force this skin on us, all of us, as if we need it to live
Some wear it proudly while others wear it as a prison.
Some wear it like it is a shroud the clouds their minds.
Few, however choose to tear it off. Such a difficult task.
Us few rip and shred the skin the force on us but it always regrows
Us few plead and beg for them to take it back
They tell us it saves souls, it saves us
It saves no one. It saves a seat in living hell
The skin we are givin by them is pale and used
As if it was used, bruised, over and over again
For years this skin has been passed down to us
I think it is time for a change.
Take back your skin and make it your own
Break free from the binding they put on us
Wear the skin you choose, pick it, take it, and proudly wear it out
You don’t need their skin, you need your own.
Live your life in your own skin, love it like love is all you got.
They force this skin on us, all of us, we don’t need it for a second.
Tear free, let it be, be yourself and be proud.
They force this skin on all of us.
It is about time this wasn’t allowed
