| Hi Mom
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| I’m really scared right now, but I have to
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| At age thirteen, my mom knew I wasn’t straight
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| She didn’t understand, but she had so much to say
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| She sat me on the couch, looked me straight in my face
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| And said you’ll burn in hell or probably die of AIDS
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| It’s funny now, but at thirteen it was pain
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| To be almost sure of who you are and have it ripped away
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| And I’m sorry if it’s too real for some of you to fathom
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| But hate for who you love is not exactly what you’d imagine
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| And I guess it was disastrous
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| Because everything that happened afterwards was just madness
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| Locked away for two years to keep me on the inside
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| Because she’d rather see a part of me die than me thrive
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| And it’s tougher when it’s something you can’t deny
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| And ignorance teaches us it’s something you decide
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| You’re driven by your choices, an optical illusion
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| Here’s to understanding it’s not always confusion
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| And I can’t change even if I tried, even if I wanted to
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| And I can’t change even if I tried, even if I wanted to
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| My love, my love, my love
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| She keeps me warm, she keeps me warm
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| She keeps me warm, she keeps me warm
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| I’ve walked the halls of my school
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| And I’ve seen kids hide behind walls and footballs and things like pride
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| I’ve seen innocent children suffer beneath bruises
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| Suffer beneath every single hand that chooses
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| Ignorance, fuck your religion
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| Fuck constitutions, fuck superstitions
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| There are no lakes of fire; |
| they’re here on earth
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| And the only thing to do is put love first
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| And so I stand for the boy who died by his hand
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| To the sound of his father screaming «woman loves man»
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| This is Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve
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| And I stand for the girl with the cuts up her sleeve
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| And the heart in her hand and a chip on her shoulder
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| And I stand for it all until ignorance is over
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| This is for you, for knowing who you are
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| For never letting your magic outside of your heart
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| Be you, be brave and understand that things do change
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| I accept you for you when I don’t understand
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| And I love you for you cause this is who I am
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| I accepted you for you when I didn’t understand
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| Now love me for me cause this is who I am
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| And I can’t change even if I tried, even if I wanted to
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| And I can’t change even if I tried, even if I wanted to
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| My love, my love, my love
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| She keeps me warm, she keeps me warm
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| She keeps me warm, she keeps me warm
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| Here’s a message to the people who just don’t get it
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| Love is love, there is no difference
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| Not a medication to fix it
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| There is no prescription
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| No rehab to visit, it is not an addiction
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| It’s love and it’s selfless
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| It’s yours and everybody else’s
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| So don’t badger and abuse the solemnly defenseless
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| See us as yourself, there’s no equality in difference
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| Until we all get it, we’ll be drowning in the same blood
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| Despite orientation, we all feel the same love
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| We’ll be drowning in the same blood
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| Despite orientation, we all feel the same love
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| And I can’t change even if I tried, even if I wanted to
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| And I can’t change even if I tried, even if I wanted to
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| My love, my love, my love
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| She keeps me warm, she keeps me warm
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| She keeps me warm, she keeps me warm
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| We are boxed in and labeled
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| Before we’re ever able to speak who we believe we are
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| Or who we dream we’ll become
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| Like drum beats forever changing their rhythm
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| I am living today as someone I had not yet become yesterday
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| And tonight I’ll only borrow pieces of who I am today
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| To carry with me to tomorrow
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| No, I’m not gay
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| No, I’m not straight
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| And I sure as hell am not bisexual
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| Damn it I am whoever I am when I am it
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| Loving whoever you are when the stars shine
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| And whoever you’ll be when the sun rises
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| So here’s to being able
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| Here’s to love
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| Here’s to loving just because
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| Here’s to acceptance
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| Here’s to never fearing the fear of rejection
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| Here’s to love and never neglecting who you feel you are
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| Here’s to bullies because beatings cannot last forever
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| Heres' to the moment you realize things do get better
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| Here’s to the parents who will get it when its too late
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| Here’s to second chances
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| Here’s to new fate
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| Here’s to every single moment you’ve ever had to hide you
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| Here’s to the single star shining bright inside you, asking you to guide you
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| Here’s to who you’ll be when you figure it all out
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| Here’s to momentary doubt
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| Here’s to feeling, because we all feel it the same
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| Here’s to the moment that things will change
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| Because we all feel love, we all feel it the same
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| Here’s to love, here’s to change. |