You tore my heart in half, but I fixed it.
You told me I was bad, I could fix it, you said.
It’s just that wolves howl, they can’t change it.
And fire’s meant to burn, can extinguish, but why?

First you vilify me, then you victimize me.
I’m only human, but I’m no victim of my lust.
It’s intrusive to me, so jeopardizing.
Think you missed your point.

I’m not one of your cult.
No.
I’m not one of your cult.

I’m talking to you like a friend.
Harm’s the last thing in my intent.
I can listen and decipher what you say to me.
And I’m grateful for my own sexuality.
I’m so open and honest like a loose door.
Still no excuse for them to label me a *****.

I’m not letting anything obscure you.
No.
I’m not letting anyone obscure you.