How in the world do I explain to you,
That what I know I am is not something I can choose?
So it’s your choice if you want to let go of my blue
Or tear me to pieces when you tighten my noose
I haven’t told anyone; no, actually, I have,
But what I spoke was wrong- “But that’s what you said!”
I thought I was different, the story's in the grave,
So can you understand, or will you turn your head?
I’m tired of hiding, it’s breaking me down
I hate everything about me, but I’m tied to the ground
But I don’t know where to go inside this little town
They have ripped my wings away without making a single sound
I want to tell you, but can you understand?
If you can’t, that’s fine. Just let go of my hand. 💜Laz Draws✏️