Gay Isn’t Lame

Down and out once again

Wishing someone would take me in

Can't stand these violent cunts

Who strut about calling me crazy

Calling me lazy

Color me relieved as they walk on by

Disappointed I wasn't sad to see you go

Imagining you dying head first in that pile of snow

Keep getting told i'm way too negative

Can't understand what your telling me

How you think you know what's best for me

With those shriveled smiles on their faces

When i'm doing my best just to fake it

Playing at placating the masses

Sounds-like drowning in molasses

I'm sorry your broken too

But that's not my pain

My feet are torn from the path I've blazed

I'm tired of your positivities

If its at my dignity's sake

So make no mistake

Meek doesn't equate to weak

So call me a freak

Gay isn't lame

Make me your shame

So you can hide behind

That blighted smile once more

Let me be that kind of whore