The way we dress
The way we deal with our feelings
The way we talk
The way we walk

Our hairstyles
Maybe even the activities we want to try
The people we fall in love with
And the people we chose to stay in love with

Everything is because its comfortable for us
Everything is because its who we are
And we don't want to hide anymore the truth
But this gives chance to others to persecute

To others, it seems we are wrong
Maybe we are, but who'd really know?
Even though we never pointed fingers at anyone
But what we seem to them is a walking wardrobe malfunction

Who would usher
the ushers?

Who would protect
the protectors?

Who would support
the supporters?

Who would sing
for the singers?

Who would give
for the givers?

Who would write
for the writers?

Smell nothing
from scents

Taste nothing
from sweetness

Go deaf
in the silence

Go blind
in the light

Go numb
in a touch

Only sense by
your third eye