Well i'm just a kid, a girl, a runt
And i'm starting to get real sick of
Trying to find my voice
Surrounded by all boys
I've been yelling my whole life
And finally it's time
to make my words count
In a way I haven't quite figured out
And I don't need a man
To hold my hand
And that's just something you'll never understand
I don't need a man
To hold my hand
And that's just something you'll never understand
(Can you hear me?)
What if we never figure it out
And what if I'm always talking too loud?
And my stomach hurts
Cause it's hard to be a punk while wearing a skirt
And my stomach hurts cause it's hard to be a punk while wearing a skirt