I'm straight, yet gay
I'm right, yet wrong
I'm blind, yet I can see
The pain, the insecurities
Are these all left by me?
I feel the sting, yet I am numb
I hear, yet where's the sound?
I feel the hand, yet it's too late
For I'm now on the ground
My lip, it bleeds
My heart, it pounds
My eyes, they flood with tears
My lips now part to pass a cry
Yet who around me cares?
