Do you know how it feels to be not enough?

To be parts of many, instead of just one?

A whole, less than the sum of its parts?

A path cut through the pavement

All the best laid plans of terrified men

Laid out in concrete and flattened

They lead to nowhere no one needs

For the sake of propriety

It took more courage than I had to say this and not look back

I can hear it plain in the subtext

“You’re just lying.”

“You’re just scared.”

“People like that, they don’t exist.”

But I’m standing here

I remember that night when I was twelve

Nervously, I told my mother what I felt

When she told me it was wrong, she thought she’d helped

I thought the same, ashamed of the hand that I’d been dealt

All the help that I could hope to find

On every path, from the narrow to the wide

Told me I had to choose. “Men just don;’t like

Both women and men. Now, you’ve gotta pick a side.”

It took me thirty odd years to realize I should just follow my pride

I can hear it plain in the subtext

“You’re just lying.”

“You’re just scared.”

“People like that, they don’t exist.”

But I’m standing here

I just want those who love me to know me

I just want to know myself

I can hear it plain in the subtext

“You’re just lying.”

“You’re just scared.”

“People like that, they don’t exist.”

But I’m standing here

I'm standing here