Following… following, you’re like a tick
A bothering itch
So relentless-My God, When will you EVER give me my rest?
Another form of bondage
Holding me hostage
A label, you disable…me
You hurt me
But claim you help me to identify
You restrict me, bind me
Hold me down when I know I was meant to fly
Because of you I am shy
Feel so different from the other guy
Hide what makes me unique
Give up my personal mystique
Just so I can fit in?
The people you tell me to love might not love me back
They have no reason to
How do you know we’re going to get along?
You’re not aware of what I do.
No matter, after all is said and done it’s just us two, me and you, you and I one of us has to die,
Come here it’s a secret
Promise to keep it
It’s not going to be me.