The Man and his Closet
I look out the dirty window at the people below
They look happy but it's just a show
Guys chase girls and old people kiss
They think its a game but life is just a bunch of risks
Yes... the risk of getting caught. The fun is risk
Just think about the fun! You call that a kiss?
Tsk Tsk...don't think we are done with OUR little show
We can still surprise the creatures below
Birds flew by the window...one, two, three
I wish i could be happy, free
They play in the sun, its warm light making them glow
Oh, how i wish to be with the ones down below
Below? Haha we are already have a spot down below
Where fire and brimstone will make one hell of a glow
We are never yet always "free"
Maybe we can date more than one? This time maybe three
I can only imagine what the wind feels like
The thrill of running, swimming or riding a bike
The voice in my head sneers at me
But oh how i wish to be free
We are everything but free
They stared not only at you but at me
The things you miss, your mother, father, lover, even your freaking bike
You will never never remember what they look like
The things i have done should not be held against me
All i did was ask the man i loved to marry me
They threw me in jail but luckily he got anyway
All because i said i was gay