going through endless monotony
a new decision, but not for me
every day as it was and will tomorrow be
but how, how can it also be me?

greatness, i know, is in store for you
things you will never believe is true.
But  what do we do,
monotony starring back at me and you.

oh how difficult could it ever be
just doing something, just for me
people starring back, back at me
a jury and i'm the one to plea

enough is enough, "me being bold"
this story of me is done being told
my life, none other than me
will be the life i will lead

here i stand, myself and me
enjoying the feeling of being free
yes, lucky you might think of me
but freedom is also waiting for thee

An eye for an eye that's how it start,
not knowing,still thinking their smart,
not knowing to what these actions will lead
the detriment of those so desperately in need.

Suddenly the revenge is no more,
it's no more about settling the score,
no, now it starts, the tip of the gun,
just for the sheer pleasure and the fun.

cutting and cutting, not seeing them bleed
day upon day giving in to your greed.
can you not see it's you they fear!
there's more than one meaning to the word,queer.

no knife sharper than a pen or the tongue
sadly there's no wisdom for those who are young.
it's to late when you realize and see
their silence and peculiarity was really a plea.

"What is there", you ask, for me to do?
"Nothing", I say, can describe my feelings to you.
What's done is done,
now it's for me to overcome.