Whatever I do, Wherever I go,
Someone I love, or someone I know,
Gets hurt, by me, so what can I say?
When my every move, and my every way
Is painful to Someone.

I wish that I could be the good man,
That people around me keep saying I am.
I don't see how it could be that they see,
What I can't see, a way that I can be.
It's not who I am.

Why should I try, to love anyone,
When there is no way I can love only one.
No one understands these feelings I feel,
They simply assume that they cannot be real.
Yet I feel they are.

Perhaps I should go far away from here,
I hear that the forest, is real nice this year.
The animals there won't misunderstand,
When they see the person that I really am.
But I'm stuck here.

The city isn't very nice,
To guys whose emotions never could,
Be seen by the girls they love.
So until I return to heaven above,
I'm doomed to live in Hell.

Maybe someday I'll find hope,
A way to heal, A way to cope.
When pain won't be my daily fate,
And I won't always have to wait,
For a way to live my life.

A sensitive guy is hard to accept.
Some say that I'm gay, for that I have wept.
Others think I am insincere,
And that is even harder to hear.
What am I to do?

I guess I'll simply wait and see,
If things might just work out for me.
I'll try not to hurt, I'll attempt to heal,
The pain I have made others feel.
Though I fear it will be too late.