It is dark in this closet,

My brain is telling me weird things,

When did Maranda,

Become just a friend,

Why does my heart flicker,

To those toms instead,

I open the doors,

Let the light in,

I feel like I am committing a sin,

The world shall know,

That those other guys,

Are my type,

Not the girls,

Just the guys,

I’m attracted to them like flies,

Are attracted to,

Well,

Everything.