Fat ladies in drag beckon me then
  wish I were somewhere else. I ease
  my way into a thousand hearts and
  they soon know I'm life's sweet lie.

  I'm just an actor with a beating heart
  who pretends love but never knew it.
  I jump into gay bars for the music
  and drinks. I never stay for last call.

  Self loathing is a Catholic thing. I
  seek a stage with a dom to pretend
  whip me with Bohemian Rhapsody as
  the soundtrack of my humiliation.

  The final act is louder and brighter
  and with the colors of India it makes
  promises that it can't possibly keep.
  We are just actors with beating hearts.