Justify

Maybe I'll always be Pagan

Or walk another path

But I'm tired of trying to tell people

That I don't worship Satan

Perhaps I'll have a girlfriend

Or find the right man

I'm just sick of trying to explain

How I feel love is genderless

Maybe I'll always be liberal

Or perhaps I'll develop amnesia

But I hate having to convince people

That I'm a moral person

So what if I stop wearing black

And express the cheer of life

Why do I have to explain

That it's not about depression

Maybe I'll live a life alone

Or walk down a normal aisle

But I'm sick of people asking me

What's so bad about guys

Then maybe I'll have a good life

Or things could go wrong

But I'm sick of having to justify

Every move I make