I have to tell something to the world today;
The secret's out; I'm out; I'm gay.
For years and from some people it's been a secret,
Afraid I won't be treated as an equal.
Why do I pull back my curtain, why do I hide?
Because I know that there are people in whom I can't confide
in; they'd judge me, although they always say I'll be accepted
I feel that my happiness and dreams by them will be intercepted
Marriage? Wedding? One of them doesn't believe
in it. Sometime's I doubt he'd come, I'll always think he'll leave.
You can guess who, these people I'm talking about.
I don't wanna tell them, 'cause I don't want them to cast me out.