I wake up
I look in the mirror
I love what I see
I curl my hair
I have breakfast
I go to work
He'll be there
My heart skips a beat
I walk past him, grimacing
I love his hair, but I'll never admit it
I call him girl's names; they're just my way of showing love
I love his hair, but I'll never admit it
I wish I could be with him
But I'm too old
It'll never happen
I go home
I look in the mirror
I now hate what I see
Just a sad old man who he will never love
I wake up
I look in the mirror
I hate what I see, a pathetic little gay boy
I gel my hair
I skip breakfast
I go to work
He'll be there
My heart stops
I walk past him smiling
He calls me girl's names, I slump into depression
I just want to run my fingers through those red curls
I wish I could be with him
But I'm too young and idiotic
It'll never happen
I go home
I look in the mirror
I still hate what I see
A pathetic little boy who will never be with the man he loves