The Man and his Closet

I look out the dirty window at the people below

They look happy but it's just a show

Guys chase girls and old people kiss

They think its a game but life is just a bunch of risks

Yes... the risk of getting caught. The fun is risk

Just think about the fun! You call that a kiss? 

Tsk Tsk...don't think we are done with OUR little show

We can still surprise the creatures below

Birds flew by the window...one, two, three

I wish i could be happy, free

They play in the sun, its warm light making them glow

Oh, how i wish to be with the ones down below

Below? Haha we are already have a spot down below

Where fire and brimstone will make one hell of a glow

We are never yet always "free"

Maybe we can date more than one? This time maybe three

I can only imagine what the wind feels like

The thrill of running, swimming or riding a bike

The voice in my head sneers at me

But oh how i wish to be free

We are everything but free

They stared not only at you but at me

The things you miss, your mother, father, lover, even your freaking bike

You will never never remember what they look like

The things i have done should not be held against me

All i did was ask the man i loved to marry me

They threw me in jail but luckily he got anyway

All because i said i was gay