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Oh, let me marry
Give me the rights of love
Oh, be merciful God
I beg thee for guidance from above
I've tried too long to ignore the signs
That another revolution has come to surmise
I'm from where you "don't fix what isn't broken
Where God is the only father I need
I'm from a place where men are a cuter token
Where being gay is being me
People are games
They often get played
And no matter how you bring about change
The rule is always the same
Some play Your Heart
Others take their toll
Some stick around
17 seconds is all he wanted
17 seconds of time
17 seconds to sit stone still
17 seconds that I had closed my eyes
16 seconds, silence
15 seconds, a shut door
14 seconds, I hear the footsteps coming
How often we plan for the future
and never think of the grave
things to come knows nothing
and death knows no age
I gave him a knife
I gave him a gun
I gave him a rope
I gave him the sun
Now my back is made from metal
there's a hole inside my chest
the breath I had is deathly mellow
To lay aside my finger's print
Is to lay aside my life
It's to lay aside my identity
That I've adopted through strife
And at the end of the day
What do I see?
I see a broken Watch
when I'm older I'm going to tell my child what hands are for
They're for holding hands and your stomach when you laugh too hard;
that hands are for holding books and pencils
