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I told myself that on this night,
I would end it with a knife.
That was a year ago,
And I was too young to know,
That I could not be moved to take a life.

I see every life, even mine,
As something sacred, something divine.
'Tis why I hate being me,
For every man is undoubtedly,
An evil from which I wish to resign.

---

These thoughts began when I was twelve.
A tragic accident forced me to delve,
Into my spirit, into my soul,
Into what I didn't know.
And I came out wanting to kill myself.

All my life I have had opposition,
Stemming from my lack of religion.
In a Texas-like state,
Full of "Friendship" and hate,
Such a sin requires munition.

They started a war--to them, just games.
For bullets, they had nothing but names,
But for bombs, they had stone,
Not deadly as the bullets thrown,
And so it began that I gained my fame.

---

All of this came about in Elementary,
And even Dear Watson could see,
That these children's rejection,
Would drive me to dejection,
And forever shape my "destiny."

In Middle, I was still misunderstood,
By all those who thought they knew "good."
They preached acceptance,
And practiced a sentence,
That would isolate me where I stood.

It was in the middle of this fray,
That I thought about myself one day.
So much in my mind,
Began to form a straight line,
And then I realised that I was gay.

---

In Texas, a more greivous sin,
Than even not having a religion,
Is to not have a girl,
But a guy mean your world,
And so my true suffering begins.

For almost five years now,
Every day I have had to disavow.
Tell lie of who I am,
And for that, I damn,
Those fools who furrow my brow.

Description
I told myself that on this night,
I would end it with a knife.
That was a year ago,
And I was too young to know,
That I could not be moved to take a life.

I see every life, even mine,
As something sacred, something divine.
'Tis why I hate being me,
For every man is undoubtedly,
An evil from which I wish to resign.

---

These thoughts began when I was twelve.
A tragic accident forced me to delve,
Into my spirit, into my soul,
Into what I didn't know.
And I came out wanting to kill myself.

All my life I have had opposition,
Stemming from my lack of religion.
In a Texas-like state,
Full of "Friendship" and hate,
Such a sin requires munition.

They started a war--to them, just games.
For bullets, they had nothing but names,
But for bombs, they had stone,
Not deadly as the bullets thrown,
And so it began that I gained my fame.

---

All of this came about in Elementary,
And even Dear Watson could see,
That these children's rejection,
Would drive me to dejection,
And forever shape my "destiny."

In Middle, I was still misunderstood,
By all those who thought they knew "good."
They preached acceptance,
And practiced a sentence,
That would isolate me where I stood.

It was in the middle of this fray,
That I thought about myself one day.
So much in my mind,
Began to form a straight line,
And then I realised that I was gay.

---

In Texas, a more greivous sin,
Than even not having a religion,
Is to not have a girl,
But a guy mean your world,
And so my true suffering begins.

For almost five years now,
Every day I have had to disavow.
Tell lie of who I am,
And for that, I damn,
Those fools who furrow my brow.