He sits in his room and reflects on his life
Thinking to himself and whats causing him strife

"Whats wrong with me?"

He goes to school and tries his best to listen
But something is bothering him, it makes his eyes glisten

"Whats wrong with me?"

He is consumed with his thoughts that seem to mock him
Day in and day out, they make him feel grim

"Whats wrong with me?"
 

He is different, he's not like the others
He's attracted to boys and that seems to be a bother

"Whats wrong with me?"

What he doesn't know is that there's no reason to be ashamed
There's nothing amiss, society is to blame

"What's wrong with me?"

Society shapes thoughts about what is normal
But love is love, and that is not abnormal

"What's wrong with me?"

The sooner he realizes that he is perfect how he is
The sooner he'll come to find pure happiness and bliss

"There's nothing wrong with me"