The World and I had always told myself...I was a Freak
I always wondered...why did this happen to me?
The Closet was a safe place...but also a lie
As the years went by...my soul grew weak
The days are not bright yet and the nights are still long
I still think I'm a freak of nature...what else could it be? Copyright ©1997 Jeff Buckner
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