You see me with him, you see me with her
You see no love, just a pot to stir
You can't take your eyes off what you "hate to see"
I've got a question, Christianity
Why do you care so much about my sexuality
When in reality
In no way changes my emotions.
Or the commotion you make when you see two men in the street?
The oceans of hate you pour at their feet?
But despite all that we continue to be
Because there is NO shame in LGBT
There is no shame in just being me.