You and Me, Me and You.
I understand you,
And you understand me.
Why does that make me
As happy as I can be?
You understand
What its like,
to be emotionally
volleyed around.
Girl.
Boy.
Boy.
Girl.
Which is it?
What makes it so hard
To be ourselves?
You understand,
what it is like,
to be two,
and be one,
All at once.
Does that mean,
I'm not as freakish as
I seem?
If someone is just like me?
I admit,
I'm the opposite,
but you understand,
don't you?
The beauty,
and the curse,
of being two
all at once.
Look at me,
And what do you see?
A girl,
With a quite streak?
Look harder,
Look deeper,
Because that isn’t me.
I’ll ask you my name,
You’ll all answer the same.
But listen harder,
Let me tell you again,
The name’s George,
I’m not changing it again.
Tell me my gender,
Let you describe it with a G,
Before reminding you,
That is simply not me.
Look harder,
Look deeper,
I am a B.
I'll ask you my sexuality,
clearly you'll get that right,
I'm not in the closet,
with my pansexuality.
You'll probably say straight,
I mean,
who isn't?
In this world full of hate?
Look harder,
look deeper,
think more.
If you got those all wrong,
do you even know me?