You have breasts where a flat chest used to exist
Could never fool anyone with your butchered tits
and now where a cock used to sit lies a festering slit
Dyed hair with a feminine flair
You can’t help but notice others gawk and stare
Surely they don’t mistake you for a trans abomination
How could they have noticed you underwent castration?
You’re now discontent with your situation
Broken and beat down, you sulk all the way home
Mother and father, who has since disowned, hear you groan
Little did they know the whines and the creak
Was the houses weight under their little boy suspending
his neck enveloped in his bedsheet
Trans suicide always has a happy ending
Could never fool anyone with your butchered tits
and now where a cock used to sit lies a festering slit
Dyed hair with a feminine flair
You can’t help but notice others gawk and stare
Surely they don’t mistake you for a trans abomination
How could they have noticed you underwent castration?
You’re now discontent with your situation
Broken and beat down, you sulk all the way home
Mother and father, who has since disowned, hear you groan
Little did they know the whines and the creak
Was the houses weight under their little boy suspending
his neck enveloped in his bedsheet
Trans suicide always has a happy ending
