[Guillory, LaBrie]
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Sit with me in the corner
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Where the lights are low
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Maybe you can make it right
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Maybe you can make it right
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With all the lights still covered
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There's something too familiar
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A little much to hang onto
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A little much to hang onto
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What I believed in no longer matters
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Won't try and hold onto who I once was
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Why should it matter
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What I prefer
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But society slams me
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Thinks I'm less of a man
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Now I know I'm wanting
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To go back to you
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And I don't quite understand
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And I don't quite understand
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Can't deny these feelings
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That are coming through
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Is this who I really am
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Is this who I really am
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I never imagined this that I'm feeling
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I finally have something I believe in
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It shouldn't matter
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This is who I am
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But society slams me
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Calls me less of a man
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I've finally something to believe in
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I never imagined what I was feeling
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It shouldn't matter
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You don't feel the same
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But so quick to judge and
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You don't understand
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Lace
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Mullmuzzler |