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Aren't you tired Of being easy Cutting yourself Into pieces Bite sized Perfect prize Stepford breezy Starved for validation It doesn't matter how you do it girl you'll do it wrong That voice inside your head was right about you all along So why be small, good, obedient When you can be Too much, too loud, to fit in They said being yourself was a sin Burn the cage they built for you Let them all die of boredom While they wait to be told what do Spent a lifetime Hunching shoulders Checking boxes That's all over 6'2 In these boots I only bought to Crush your expectations It doesn't matter how you do it girl you'll do it wrong Cry all the men whose time at last has come and gone So why be small, good, obedient When you can be Too much, too loud, to fit in They said being yourself was a sin Burn the cage they built for you Let them all die of boredom While they wait to be told what do Tennis white and country club blues Wasted youth trying to prove Yourself to a target that moves A good way to lose Tennis white and country club blues Wasted youth trying to prove Yourself to a target that moves A good way to lose Too much, too loud, to fit in They said being yourself was a sin Burn the cage they built for you For you for you for you be too be too be too be too Let them all die of boredom