you'll never understand unless you're in my skin...
it's funny how you can tell me that you understand that that is how i want to live my life. do you? do you really understand? you have no idea what is going on in my mind. you don't understand how it is to be living as a gay man. to be living as a gay man in a world where the society-at-large just scrutinizes your every move and give you the dirty look. it's as if i'm carrying the AIDS virus. it's as if I brought the HIV virus to light because i am gay.
have you ever lived as a gay man before? do you really know or comprehend how it is like? you told me you were lesbian once and you still have feelings for girls but that is still not the same as living as a gay man, is it? you live a life where you are not heavily scrutinize as a sexual minority. girl-on-girl relationships are fine. but boy-on-boy relationships are just plain taboo.
i don't care if you don't want to be my cover up. i'm not asking you to. you are so full of yourself that it sickens me to the hilt. listen, don't use this as some kind of a lame excuse to break off our friendship. if you don't want to be a friend, then just tell me. tell it to my face! i mean, after all, if you have the guts to hurt me, at least have the balls (even if you're a woman) to do it to my face!
you cut our conversation with a cheap shot and never replied to any of my other text messages. it's amazing how i could fend off all the rumours surrounding you. i mean i practically killed every bad remarks made about you. but in the end, they were all true. you are the two-faced bitch who is so full of herself that everyone is talking about. i'm not hard up for your love or friendship.
the day when i asked you back as my friend, i really missed you and i didn't want to throw what we had before away just because of some silly misunderstanding. now, i'm just regretting my decision. i should have just listened to my friends.
my heart aches like as though it has been ripped out of my body and trampled over. wait. it has been trampled. you trampled over it.. dance all over it's meshed up pieces. i hope you are happy.
have you ever lived as a gay man before? do you really know or comprehend how it is like? you told me you were lesbian once and you still have feelings for girls but that is still not the same as living as a gay man, is it? you live a life where you are not heavily scrutinize as a sexual minority. girl-on-girl relationships are fine. but boy-on-boy relationships are just plain taboo.
i don't care if you don't want to be my cover up. i'm not asking you to. you are so full of yourself that it sickens me to the hilt. listen, don't use this as some kind of a lame excuse to break off our friendship. if you don't want to be a friend, then just tell me. tell it to my face! i mean, after all, if you have the guts to hurt me, at least have the balls (even if you're a woman) to do it to my face!
you cut our conversation with a cheap shot and never replied to any of my other text messages. it's amazing how i could fend off all the rumours surrounding you. i mean i practically killed every bad remarks made about you. but in the end, they were all true. you are the two-faced bitch who is so full of herself that everyone is talking about. i'm not hard up for your love or friendship.
the day when i asked you back as my friend, i really missed you and i didn't want to throw what we had before away just because of some silly misunderstanding. now, i'm just regretting my decision. i should have just listened to my friends.
my heart aches like as though it has been ripped out of my body and trampled over. wait. it has been trampled. you trampled over it.. dance all over it's meshed up pieces. i hope you are happy.
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