All I hear is it's ok.
I tell the people I love and well I even told my bae.
She accepts me for who I am and well I'm gay.
My mind thinks deeper into the deep blue ocean, but my body stays at bay.
I wish I could also say it's ok.
The red hand marks that stay they yell me what my family members might have to say.
They well up in my eyes and roll down my cheeks because Iv'e realized this is the price that I have to pay.
For well, being gay.
And as a pray this will all go away I realize no god loves me because I'll say it again, for beign gay and well, apparently it really isn't ok.
