Er zit een vreemde in mijn hoofd nu,
En ik wil hem eruit.
Ik verander nog steeds.
I am not falling, nor am I standing up tall
You are not listening, nor are you rejecting my call
I haven’t said a word, nor have I been unclear
You never seem to care, but you are still here
The choice is now mine, is there more or is this it
Will you really open up, or continue this uninteresting bit
I hope to meet you soon and hear your real voice loud and bright
Until then I’ll stay right here, in the soothing arms of autumns twilight.
Why am I such a magnet for baby gays.
It’s as if I’ve got a pink unicorn painted on my forehead.