tihe remnants of her broken voicew’m already too far gone
when will enough be enough?
hhere is the real me resting?
ow do i dig myself out of the dirt?
sstep out that closet, whatchu waitin for?sometimes there's an intersection, or there's a fork
lometimes it bends, sometimes its gay
oove aint a one-way, the road aint straight
of knowin that the world aint just girls and boys
thers are ignorant, but i have the joy