See in my face the power of love?
No, this is more like the sense of rage.
It moves me like a dove,
Only shut in a cage.
The dove wants to fly and get away,
As I do, but can’t find the way.
There are metal bars around me,
And barbed wire in the gaps,
There’s no way as far as I can see,
If I shake it, it won’t crack.
I’m stuck inside this cage.
I have white skin,
And I am fragile.
My bodies thin,
I’m not so agile.
I have he tendencies of a fag,
I keep people happy for a while,
Like a present in a bag.
I’ve never felt so vile.
It’s been sometime since I’ve felt this bad,
Was I really happy then,
Or was I just so sad?
I will be normal to them.
Life carries on (cutting in and out),
I will never have any fame,
I will never know what my parts about,
Because in my eyes, life’s a game.