There's no hate quite like Christian love,
Kicking your child out of your house
Because she decides she wants to be
A man
There's no hate quite like Christian love,
The pastor preaches his beliefs
And everyone agrees that
A man should not lie with another man
There's no hate quite like Christian love,
You decide you would choose religion
Over your own son.
There is no hate quite like Christian "love,"
When religion comes first
When all we need
Is your support

I say
I don't deserve you
Find someone better
But in truth
What does it mean to deserve?

Uh oh,
I've been talking to this girl
Everything she says
Makes the butterflies twirl
Uh oh,
Her hand's resting on my thigh
Another soft touch from her
And I just might die
Uh oh,
I'm falling into love again
But I've seen this before,
And I know how it ends.

My mother was the one who took me to the hospital. I would've died if it wasn't for her. She blamed herself for not seeing it sooner... missing the red flags. I kept telling her that it wasn't her fault. She did absolutely everything right, but she won't change her opinion.
Eventually, she cried. I was laying on her chest, she was careful of the tubes when I climbed on her. I was half asleep when I felt the tears running down my neck and listened to her muffled sobs. I didn't know what to do in that moment.
My neck grew cold and my chest grew heavy, but I stayed silent.

"Do you love me?" You give the strings on my heart a little tug. I sigh and say yes, feeling obligated to make you feel better about yourself.
But the moment you said, "Do it." The strings weakened.
And the moment you stuck your tongue down my throat, they snapped.

I had just finished my food. Mom had made spaghetti.
I shouldn't have eaten anything. I ran to the bathroom.
Just to be safe, I paced around the toilet.
Just to be safe.

"Do you love me?" He asks, his most ugly puppy-dog eyes looking straight at me.

"Yes," I lied, my most manipulative puppy-dog eyes looking straight through him.