Grandfather,
If you can hear me now;
Would you be proud of you baby girl; Growing up in the cold, cold world.
Would be proud of the way I carry myself,
Even though inside I'm not much of a women
Sometimes I dress like a man despite the words that people say
"Don't touch her she's gay."
The tears roll down my face each and everyday
I wish the depression would just fade away
Sometimes I think of you,
And wonder if you ever think of me
After you died my life has been broke as can be
I cut on myself to see how much I bleed
I can't take this life,
for what I am not cut to be,
Stands right in front of me.
Grandfather,
Would you ever look me in the eyes again?
I know I've done wrong
But I ask for forgiveness,
From someone I haven't seen in so long