Sorry DaddySorry if I'm not the girl you wanted me to beSorry if sorry doesn't mean anythingI know you say that you're okayWith me being who I want to beBut how many more songs can I singAbout a girl being in love with meI'm sorry there's no more doubtWatch out Daddy I'm coming outWill you still want to walk me down the aisleIn full-blown, hello, lesbian style?With a girl at the alter waiting for meWill you really, dear Daddy?Sorry if I'm not the girl you wanted me to beSorry if sorry doesn't mean a thingI know you say that it's okayBut do you really want a daughter that's gay?Are you ready for the heartbreak,Can you handle the headache,Will you hold my hand through it all?Do you think you'll be able to stand tall?Sorry I got you involved.
AloneAlone is such a scary place.Dark, desolate, silent.Empty.It follows you,There's nothing you can doUntil someone comes and saves you.A shining beacon of lightAt the end of a tunnelCalling out in the bleakness.A gentle plead, escapingDry, unused lipsBeckoning nearer"Please come to me,"You whisper, with a rough,Cracked voice.You can only hope they hearHear, andListen.
What is this?What is this?I don't know.It's...new.And confusing.A level of comfort that boggles me.I don't know where it came fromI don't know what it meansI'm not so sure why I'm confused but all I know, it bringsMe happiness and I'm cool with thatSo hold me here and hold me thereWhere we are I don't careI love you and the world should knowIt doesn't make a difference where we go.
Meant to beRules were meant to be broken.Lines were meant to be crossed.Buttons were meant to be pushed.Just asHands were meant to be held,Lips were meant to be kissed,Fingertips were meant to caress.Kind of likeThe world is meant to spin.The stars are meant to shine.You, are meant to be mine.The future is meant to be shared.My heart is meant to be bared.You, are meant to be dared.To stay with me.For us to beEverythingMake my dreamsCome trueI dare you.
Keep It to Yourself"Keep it to yourself- Can you do that?"It's never felt so dangerous. I forgot how angry some people are over it. He seemed so anxious to not get caught, pulled in, or forced to choose sides that I felt bad. As I ran back to my locker with the article, I felt as if I were smuggling democratic contraband in Nazi Germany. I was fine with it. But I was thankful for the help and respected his wishes...
I knowI know what I mean, not how to convey itI know what I want, not how to get itI know how I feel, not how to say itI know how this sounds, not how you'll take itYou and me, can we make it?
Couldn't Be.I didn't want us to be overI just wanted the pain to beI guess you didn't understandYou mean the world to me.Anything you saidI took seriously.So, you see,The pain I felt?Couldn't be.