Have I really accepted what I am?
No day I don’t think about if I’m wrong to be on this path of acceptance.
Fire and brimstone have been used to fight my predilection
Yet, I don’t feel I have the power to choose
I can’t compel myself to prefer your preference
Frankly, on my scale of preference, least on my agenda
I think about it I admit. I don’t want to have to
People like me have acknowledged what they are and have found happiness
Still, I hold back when I want to go after a girl I like because a voice from my religion keeps saying it’s wrong
Telling me not to lead any one into temptation or dwell in sin with them
I love the connection we make
I adore the body on you
How can I see a future when everything from my past teaches me to run away from this?
A woman’s love keeps me warm
Knowledge of that will turn my family cold.
So I keep it a secret, I don’t want to be disowned
My dad is devout, my mom’s a preacher
I love Shay Mitchell, She is my dream girl
But even in my fantasies, I fear eternal damnation
I believe there is a God and He knows my pain
Respond to my tears, say it’s ok my child, I love you anyways.
Because I want to stop crying on Sundays