| Can someone tell me why | 
| I always seem to let these | 
| Straight boys ruin my life? | 
| I guess I’m just too nice to- | 
| Run away or stay where we have | 
| Who I trust and who’s surrounding me and | 
| Hope that there’s any good left in this life | 
| And trust I give isn’t given to me | 
| And the hate inside is all I see | 
| And you’re clinging to a false sense of pride | 
| Can someone tell me why | 
| It always seems to seem like | 
| All straight boys care about | 
| Is how they’re viewed from the outside? | 
| 'Cause being true is not their thing | 
| Oh, it eats them up internally | 
| Then they take it out on people like me all the time | 
| They say I’m brave for being true | 
| But act like it’s not something they can do | 
| But they’re clinging to a false sense of pride | 
| Don’t tell me you don’t see | 
| The pool of contradiction | 
| Don’t tell me you don’t see | 
| The flood in your convictions | 
| Oh, run away or stay where we have | 
| Who I trust and who’s surrounding me and | 
| Hope that there’s any good left in this life | 
| And trust I give isn’t given to me | 
| And the hate inside is all I see | 
| And you’re clinging to a false sense of pride | 
| Can someone tell me why | 
| It always seems to seem like | 
| All straight boys care about | 
| Is how they’re viewed from the outside? | 
| 'Cause being true is not their thing | 
| Oh, it eats them up internally | 
| And they take it out on people like me all the time | 
| They say I’m brave for being true | 
| But act like it’s not something they can do | 
| But they’re clinging to a false sense of pride | 
| So run away and stay where we are | 
| Who I trust and who’s surrounding me | 
| And hope that there’s any good left in this life | 
| Life, life |