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?