I saw you
through the fog...

As you speak those words
I wonder...

I am queer.
I am not straight...

*I am all alone*
Hey! Hey hey hey...

And in that place
my rage reaches out...

I felt it.
The soft warmth...

Yes.
I remember then...

While you starve your soul
I drink mine away...

I give this to you,
please...

Set the standard far too high,
and tell her she just needs to try...

I'm holding you,
loving you...

Too late to love you,
the time's gone by...