Why does my heart beat this way?
I want it to simply go away...

They can't tell me who to be,
cause I'm not what they see...

I ask these questions everynight,
asked straight to the one with will and might...

His hair is like darkness,
Janurary nights...

Roses are red
and froggies are green...

Sticks and Stones may break my bones,
but whips and chains excite me...

The blood runs down streaking the walls,
as I felt the cries and heard the calls...