Feb 2014
Living this way is hard, in sorrow
I must always be glancing forward tomorrow
Hiding my face, my wants, my needs
letting the norms on us they feed
It hurts to be shamed into waiting and fearing
I feel like the truth is nearing, is fleeting
No one quite gets me, I walk alone
It's never a friend when I answer the phone
Every waking moment, my breath, my fear
disclose the dark secret, my darling, my dear.
How does it feel to be loved?
I must always be glancing forward tomorrow
Hiding my face, my wants, my needs
letting the norms on us they feed
It hurts to be shamed into waiting and fearing
I feel like the truth is nearing, is fleeting
No one quite gets me, I walk alone
It's never a friend when I answer the phone
Every waking moment, my breath, my fear
disclose the dark secret, my darling, my dear.
How does it feel to be loved?
I've just been thinking a lot about love and how to be loved, you must be understood. I guess that's why I don't really feel loved, because I haven't told my friends all of who I really am.
