Walking down the street has nothing to do with who i am,
Holding my hand does not mean that you know me,
If we parted ways you would still be my friend,
But only in my heart.
My heart is the one that runs my show,
The ring master and the boss man,
My brain is the feeble but unfergiving soul,
The one left behind when it matters most.
Don't just walk away from me,
Pretending that you dont care,
dont grab my hand with all your strength,
and tell me that I'm yours.
I'm the girl that shows you how,
That opens your eyes to pain,
I let you see my inner workings,
And in return we are one.
Your life is yours,
And mine is mine,
Our souls are seperate,
But are hearts are one.
Now that you walk away,
I'll tell you one last time,
You are my love,
And I your girl,
But your propety I will never be.Â
Your single gay friends.