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Firsts and RalliesThe first time I kissed a girlI felt terribleMy family is made up of conservative ChristiansI was raised thinking homosexuality was badBut nowI'm surrounded by bisexuals, homosexuals, demisexuals, and pansexualsAnd I've never been happierexceptThat was the first time I ever questioned my churchThe first time I ever questioned my churchEverything became a lot more complicatedTwo youth pastors helped to destroyBrick by brick, every weekand nowI hate SundaysI hate my churchSo I started skipping itjust likeI started skipping classThe first time I skipped classI felt shaky and jumpyBut most of all, I felt elevatedAll my upbringing could not match that feeling of reliefLike cold aloe on a sunburnbutUnderstand it wasn't because I was lazyI found refuge most in where I didn't goPain clouds morals in everyone, and still doesSuch as the pain of a cruel teacherjust likeThe first time a teacher personally insulted meThe first time a teacher insulted me straight upI
Ode to the Blind OneiI skipped your classI didI confessI told the truthFor onceinstead of hiding behind excuses and liesI came forward with clean wordsAnd it just didn't pay did it?Do you even knowWhat it's like being personally hated by a teacheror two?You talked in front of students"She feels she's too good to do school."Is that really what you think?Have you fallen so far that you can't see the basisof a human being?I skippedBecause I hate your classI dread every step I take towards your classroomI hatehow you teach your biased opinionshow you brainwash the classyour constant papersyour threats and scare tacticshow I feel in your classI hate how you insulted my poem in front of classhow I can't ever argue backhow I get so angryhow I get dizzy because I forget to breathehow I catch myself hyperventilatinghow whenever I try to argue, I lose wordshow you always winhow you talk to meI skippedbut I've only ever skipped your classYou think me terriblyBut I'm not the only o
Falling DearlyRaindrops fallingfalling dearlyright into my world.Yes they keep on fallingjust like everythingelseAnd the glass is cracking,falling splinterstiny beads of water hit the groundAnd what I don’t understandIs that everything aroundKeeps on going straightAnd the world continues around meEverything functioning exceptInsignificant meAnd a place of importance could never want meAs I keep sitting In this seatBut it still keeps churningAnd the voices in my head won’t shh!And the world surrounding me isThe same old everythingWith turning vortexesGreen, black, grey and everything in betweenWith engines humming and skies still standingAnd the waters flowing and the trees still growingAnd my mind still keeps slipping through the cracks!And my mind is creeping, but I’m still keepingMyself together with a smileSticky like lies and mirrors but a smackBut the world ignores that tooAnd I feel like dying and the sheen on that gun glowsAnd I feel like cryin