Confessional
By Kevin Robey
September 19, 2014
Casualties are memories
Of all the things I'll never be
Make way for rainy day delays
Release the floods upon the bay
I'm moving on from idle dreams
I played away my self esteem
We found the haze of make believe
Too good a ruse for you to leave
Am I too blind to make it clear
Or just too tired to make it here?
I'll answer you just for today
Tomorrow comes another way
Yes I'm trans, you know it's true
I never could get through to you
So let me state the reasoning
You may not see me wear a ring
I hate these words, I hate their light
For every smile, I cry at night
Still Making up for what I've lost
Won't stop to think about the cost
No better reason why
This bed in which I lie
Until the day I die
Until the day I die...
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