Cocoon

Cocoon By Kevin Robey July 7, 2014 All my fake angels scratching walls And they're locked up down the hall All my diseased cells crying out I'm digging graves for the devout I'm coming back to simpler times When secret dreams were not a crime The imagery that once kept me warm Approaching thunder within the storm I wish I could've chosen between a boy or girl Or at least had a say who I was in this world Instead, they cast my mold in black and white Told me to act like a man and I'd be alright The crushing truth to know at ten I would never be that pure again But still I tried to make them proud To be just another face in the crowd So what is the truth, the final score? I wish I could say the same as before At least have a clue so I could tell you The road that I'll take to forget what I knew So maybe...just maybe one day I'll say I found a way to live through the day For once, I'll live for my sake; not yours And I'll look brand new; fake angels no more [listening to "Ocean", by Against Me!]