There is a concept we've all fought for at some point in our lives,
And that concept is love.
You are so keen on love
So keen on love
That soon as I talk about talking to anyone outside of my gender group,
you're on my arse, teasing me about love.
"A boyfriend?"
"Ya got a boyfriend!"
You think I'm happy to hear that,
coming from you, your lacking assumptions?
It's funny on TV, must be funny in real life too, yeah?
Well I hope you're fucking happy, cause if you're not, you wasted both of our time to achieve literally nothing.
unless you consider making things awkward for me and my friend worth achieving.
So keen on love
So keen on love
So keen on love
So why can't you accept love as one concept?
Why do you accept true love only half the time?
Maybe that's why the world seems like such a bad place even to ignorant fools,
because they decide to look at the beauty of only half the globe.
I see it in his eyes
"Men don't cry"
I see it in her eyes
"You've gotta act lady-like"
"Don't show your vulnerable side."
"Shave your legs."
"You can't be vulnerable."
"High heels for graduation."
"You are not allowed to."
"You have to."
Because in the half-assed world we live in today, only half of us will ever be accepted into society.
We act by the norm, we are prisoners of the norm.
If you dare do anything out of the ordinary, your life is bound to stumble over pebbles the size of mountains.
Like all the living, humans have flaws,
So we mustn't act human.
And god forbid, if you dare to even glance at someone so similar to you with anything but weak feelings compared to that of love, consider yourself gone.
But sometimes,
Sometimes I still see,
The people we're taught to hate.
Those who fight against the norm.
He and him,
They are one concept.
They are one concept.
Her and she,
They are one concept.
They are one concept.
Perhaps people like them were not made in a man's image by your god, but they were still born human into the whole world.
One world.
Not a 0.5 world.
