Yeah, here's a song and I don't know what to call it *awkward thumbs up*
Skyscraper,
Sky breaker-uh-uh.
Clouds broken,
Eyes opened-oh-oh.
It's a sign of wear,
A building with no personality,
A dark, cold tower all free,
Inside there may be something new,
It's not the same as where I met you.
On the rooftop with a small faint glow,
You looked at me through the window. . .
You smiled.
I know I shouldn't be doing this,
But there's also nothing wrong with,
Me.
I'm who I am,
I'm not empty concrete and glass.
Cold and tall
With no personality,
I'm me,
And queer
And I'm not afraid,
Of whatever I'll face.
Yeah,
I'm towering and tall,
Unbroken and all,
I'm me,
I'm not scared,
I put on that face that you had,
All fearless and that, oh.
You're my inspiration.
I wanna be you when I'm older,
Even though we're the same age.
I wanna be a skyscraper, but bolder,
I won't wear down with age.
*music only for like five seconds*
I'm queer,
And I'm here,
Ready to face life.
We're together,
Always have been,
Always will be,
And we're strong.
Not a skyscraper,
But close,
'Cause at least we have feelings, ooh.
