Times are changing
But the story’s still the same;
Years to the day.
I make progress
With myself
Through someone else;
Can’t you tell?
Is that dirty?
I don’t know,
Just hold my hand.
I’m embarrassed
So I say
That I don’t care;
We know I care.
This damn emotion
They say it makes me who I am,
Well isn’t that shit.
Im still searching
Grow thick skin, scar my face;
What a man.