to leave the closet
without coming out
They try
to straighten me out
by bending my mind
They tell me
to let them blindfold me
and I'll find my way
to fold my hands
and I'll be healed
to fall on my knees
and I'll be saved
They say
you were born that way
brother bent
but hey
no way
god meant
you to be gay
They insist
it's a sin
it's just a disease
I wonder
who's sick
who the real sinner is
