They tell me it's wrong
That I'm going to hell
Describe flames,
Visions of eternal torment
Always the flames
Fire,
A symbol of hate
A symbol of purifying
A symbol of belonging,
Because fire makes us all one
They tell me I'm going to burn forever
I say "At least I'll be warm"
I chose to be spat on in public.
I chose to be called names.
Fag. Dyke. Sinner. Abomination. Devil worshiper.
Mistake.
I chose to be hated by the ones I loved.
I chose to be hated by the ones I trusted.
I chose to be punished for holding hands
While others nearly fornicated 3 feet to the left
And got a blind eye turned their way.
I chose to be told:
"I'll do whatever it takes to keep you from love."
I chose to have to beg my mother for acceptance,
Only to hear her say:
"Never."
I chose to risk life
For the woman I so truly care for
Because we are both of Venus.
I chose to forsake marriage
So that a man and a woman who hate e
Sometimes I feel like a girl,
other days, a guy.
Who am I?
Today I'm straight,
tomorrow,
I'm bi.
The day after that
I haven't made up my mind.
So what?
I'm just me,
who cares if I'm with a girl
or if I'm frickin green?!
I know I don't
really give a flip,
it's just those officals
that pitch a hissy fit.
"Marrige is sacred,"
Then what's divorce?!
Don't give that defence in the courts!
I'm a girl by nature,
a mix by me.
This is who I want to be.
Should you care
what I do?
I'm not a popstar
or on the tube.
I'm just sittin here,
thinkin...
FCK H8!
Who cares what I do?
It's natural to me!
I'll be
God?
Hey, are you listening?
I'm never sure, because you rarely seem to answer anymore.
Do you believe what they say?
That hell is home for me, because I'm gay?
I can think of several other reasons why.
If You made me perfect,
like they told me every day in catholic school,
then why would you order a hard and fast rule,
about who should be loved by who?
God, I've been a good girl, gone to church every week,
but still I feel so low, I can hardly keep,
my head up anymore.
I have lots of friends, tons of support,
and plenty of places to be,
but that's not enough for me,
I'm too stubborn and too tough, to ask for help.
I can'
We'll knock down the door
To the light, to the light
We'll break through the wall
To the world, to the sky
It's so easy to give someone the run around
And it's a such a breeze to avoid the crowd
By the time they figure out something's wrong
We'll be long gone
We'll learn to live with the lies
No matter what the sacrifice
We'll still hold on to our pride
Until the day we die
It's not enough to be right
It's not enough to survive
Just keeping our eyes open
Isn't enough to fuel our pride
We'll knock down the door
To the light, to the light
We'll break through the wall
To the world, to the sky
We'll keep on flying
We'll keep
My beauty is mine,
Not yours.
My intelligence is mine,
Not yours.
My lovers are mine,
Not yours.
My luxury is mine,
Not yours.
My status is mine,
Not yours.
Your plainness is yours,
Not mine.
Your stupidity is yours,
Not mine.
Your loneliness is yours,
Not mine.
Your poverty is yours,
Not mine.
Your plight is yours,
Not mine.
My downfall is mine,
And yours.