Tiny Boxes from Sweet Petunia by Sweet Petunia

Thinking back to when I was young
And the world
It was huge,
I was strong
I couldn't lose.
Hadn't yet learned to hold my tongue

How was I supposed to see
The way that girls are meant to be?
How was I supposed to know
If nobody had taught me so?

I shut my mouth and closed my eyes
If they told me
Not to speak,
I would laugh
And I would shriek!
And never show them the tears I cried

How was I supposed to care
When all the rules were so unfair?
If a loud girl will be labeled a bitch
Then I'm a bitch and I'm proud of it!

So don't test my patience
I just can't take it
All you old bigots
And your tiny boxes

I wanted to be one of the boys
But I learned
Even then
The world would never
Be my friend
And they'd only treat me like a toy

How am I supposed to live
In a world with so much hate to give?
How am I supposed to stay
Silent when I've got shit to say?

So don't test my patience
I just can't take it
All you old bigots
And your tiny boxes

Supposed to hide in the crowd
But I wanna be proud of who I am
I'm gonna scream it out loud
I'm gonna scream it out loud

So don't test my patience
I just can't take it
All you old bigots
And your tiny boxes.

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