Feelings in my heart, words in my head
Blurt it all out, blurt it all out
Here comes the word vomit
My mind goes so fast

I forget what I want to say
Instead it all blurts out
Blurt
Blurt, blurt it out

I try to tell you
At the right time
But it's so hard to say
When all my life, I stay
Keep myself inside

Why can't I talk to you?
Like I talk to others
It's easier because it's only half as scary
They know; they understand
They're figuring it out, too
I know the things they might say

But you?

I don't know what you'll say
I don't know what you'll do
So many possibilities...
I'm terrified

You raised me
You've given me a home
Maybe that's why it's so scary
Because you can take it all away

Because you're my mom
And it would hurt, to hear you say
"Get out
Don't return
You are not my daughter"

All because of who I like
And what's in between their legs

Because that's "not who I am"
Not who you "raised me to be"

So maybe that's why I'm so afraid
To blurt out what's in my head

And maybe that's why I stay in the dark
Why I don't leave the closet

Don't leave the closet;
I can't come out
Not when you say:

"You like boys"
She says
"You like boys"
She tells me that I
"Like boys"

Boys, boys, boys
The hetero norm
Being female means you
Like the opposite sex

Sure, I like boys
My crushes, all are male
Or the ones you know
The ones I've talked about

But what if I like girls too?
Because I do; I like girls
Too

"I like girls"
I say
"I like girls"
I try to tell you that I
"Like girls too"

Girls, girls, girls
The "gay agenda"
Being female means I can't
Like the same sex

Or that's how I feel
How you make me feel
Whenever you say:
"You like boys"

I like girls
I like boys
I just like them both
What's wrong with liking them both?

I fall for their smile, their laugh
The way they make me feel
Not for what's between their legs
I like them for them
And yes, this is real

Yes, I like boys
Yes, I like girls

So don't go telling me
Who I get to be

Don't go telling me
Who I am

Because you don't know
You don't ask
You assume

Stop assuming

This is who I am

I like boys
I like girls
I just feel how I feel
I'm abro

"Mom, I'm abro"
I blurt
"Mom, I'm abro"
I blurt, unafraid
"I'm abrosexual"

You roll your eyes
You leave the room
And you say it once again

"You like boys"

And it's like I never spoke
Like I don't have a say

That's why I don't
Blurt

And that's why I get
Hurt