I’m about to speak without anything to say
And you know what? I’ve decided that’s okay.
Isn’t that what all of mankind does anyway?
Babble babble babble, of nothing all day.
I cannot take it, I’m going to explode.
I can’t even find peace in my own abode.
It does not matter what they’re all showed —
The way that they live is limited to one mode.
They live without a mind,
Their hearts stuck in a bind.
Lives so clearly outlined,
Their souls they’ll never find.
Doomed to a life inconsequential;
Never realizing this body is a rental.
Live that way, you’re considered mental.
They don’t even realize I’m a homosexual…
I know I want to leave,
I know I want to go.
I want to wear my heart on my sleeve,
But in this world, it’s a no.
For so long, I’ve wanted to leave home,
To set my foot on the path and roam,
But I’ve been frozen here like a garden gnome;
I’m starting to develop syndrome Stockholm.
Just accept that they won’t agree.
Give up on those on the family tree.
So go, my wild son, be free —
Your life is yours to dream.
I bite the hand that feeds —
I drink from where it bleeds —
Forgive my heinous deeds —
I’m born a different breed.
I’ve been trying to play the game,
But my spirit is something I can’t seem to tame —
I can’t shake the feeling this world will know my name —
What will be the cause of my fame?