I can't love this person,
because I am not allowed to.
I am bound by social standards
and prohibited by my parents.
I don't kiss this person,
because I am not allowed to.
I can't love this person,
because she's a girl too.

Silenced by the pressure of social norms,
Hushed by the fear of being judged.

Who's to say love takes many forms
When no one can accept us?
Who's to make our future
When everyone is holding on to the past?
Who's to change the present
When we are still too scared of it?

Being together was never easy
Because our religions made it queasy.
Don't even get it started with our friends
They didn't have a clue about us fiends.
So we broke up
And locked our feelings up.
In a small box called nostalgia,
That hollers at night for ya,
And digs up things you want hidden
Especially things that were forbidden.

How long will this stay a secret,
The pining, the crying, the weakness?