We force ourselves to ignore our own potential
That lives under our skin
It’s okay to feel this way
Please stop romanticizing the grave
I know it’s hard
It’s never been easy for anyone around you
But it’s out of our hands, and nobody tries to understand
Seven years, going on eight
That I’ve felt the weight of standards
False preconceived understanding of my identity
Now I’m stuck in a lie that I told myself for my whole life
“Your hair is too long, your clothes are too tight.”
God I need, I need something
Can you promise me
That if Hell comes for me
You’ll tell that boy he’s the one for me?
Cause he’s the closest thing to heaven that I’ll see
We force ourselves to ignore internal beauty
That dwells under our skin
It’s okay to feel this way
Please stop romanticizing the grave
I know it’s hard not being loved for who you truly are
Don’t expect them to understand
If you don’t want to be a man
Trickle from my skin, I’m caving
(Be a man, Be a man, Man up, Man up, Be a man)
Can’t feel a thing, I’m escaping
(Be a man, Be a man, Man up, Man up, Be a man)
Some may say that you’ve lost your way
As if it was a choice, not to be straight
Trickle from my skin, I’m escaping
Cutting off my hair, I’m caving
Someone go and tell that boy
That I’m sorry for what I’ve done
Afraid of my own feelings
When I knew that it was love
Miserable, terrified, I crossed out all of my exes
Straight, white, and privileged
But still something was missing