"Is it a choice to be Ace?" She asks.
I don't know,
Is it a choice to be a race?
"Umm... Maybe you are just slow,
I am sure you will like *** someday!"
Why can't they just believe me?
I am Ace, it is my way.
Is it really that hard to see?

I'm Left handed...
Why do you ask?
Wait! No insults!
Are you jealous?
Please say you are,
That would make you
The very first...

In my head,
I see things.
What do they mean?
What do they want?
Should I stay?
Should I run?
The doctors try,
To understand.
It has been,
Seven years.
In my head,
I get lost.
In my head,
You get lost.
Just leave,
My head,
Alone.

I seem to disappear
Do you know where I go?
Now, it all seems so clear
You're so fast; I'm so slow.
Take what you need and leave.
Please, please. I beg of you,
My heart hangs on my sleeve
Held together by glue.
You took the best of me,
Then lost the soul inside.
I seem to disappear
Mainly from people like you.

I thought I could trust you.
Guess I can't anymore...
You thought nothing about
The true consequences.
True... In the past you were.
You aren't now. What happened?
You couldn't have kept true?
Not for me? Not for you...?
I don't want to be mad.
I don't want to leave you,
My close friend, my sister.
You couldn't have kept true?

I did not know I was Asexual.
I did not think I was anything.
Maybe I thought I was out of place with the world.
Maybe I thought I was out of rhythm with the world.
Now I know, and now I've told you.
I guess I am nothing to you,
because that was enough to make you leave.
I can't say I am happy you left,
but at least I know you aren't the one for me.
Maybe you will never come back.
Maybe you will try to make small talk with me.
Maybe I am just fine with the outcome.

When you saw me
With those blue eyes,
My sadness crept.
How can you see
Through your own lies,
Where others wept?

Stop! I won't think;
Not of our past,
Not our present.
I will not sink,
Not now, I'll last
And be pleasant.

You broke my heart,
I broke your hand;
It's a fair trade.
You tear me apart;
I hide in sand,
Waiting to fade.

Sometimes I feel,
You don't listen.
You don't hear me.
Is this all real?
Where have you been?
Not around me.
That much is true.
I don't get you,
Don't understand.
I'm something new?
Your really true?
I like you banned.