I'm not confused,
or broken,
never misspoken,
about how I've loved in my past.

Never faked something,
to get out of one thing.
Never had to fake a lover,
so I know I, love her.

Even though I know.
Even so, I let go.
Even if,I never grieve
about this thing,
it's because I know me.

I've never needed aid,
nor a masquerade mask.

I don't need someone else's
faked speech about how,
I'm me,
but I should change for,
the better of humanity.

If humanity has to rely on me,
better tell 'em,
I ain't the best choice,
and I've taken refuge with a nice choice,
a good person.
A girl.
And, yes, I'm a girl.
But I can still love her.
Even if the sun stops burning,
or my heart hurts and throbs,
for her touch and all that accompanies it, too.

And if you say I can't,
then you've never gotten it;
the feeling of being,
in love.

So, I pity you,
and the wife of yours I knew,
because you cannot love her,
because I said so.

How does it feel, now that you're in my shoes.

I pity you,
and that wife of yours I knew,
because you so not love her,
like I love my own wife,
because to tell someone,
that they have never felt love,
or can never,
is a curse,
that's been put on you.