Hunter Stan

Seconds turn to minutes minutes into hours I’m so tired of your restrictive powers Want to be heard want to be seen Just an echo in the background Want to talk but your phone always rings You say to me grow up and learn things Want to be free but there’s always a fee Want to be trans but you have other plans Let me go but you say no I want a life to hold But your so wired old tradition and such But when I say I’m gay you don’t look my way Let me be with people to find my place but You always tell me to clean the place Days go by and I just try my best Not to cry when life gos on

Bro why I wax just trying to delete Duolingo *sob* 🥲