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Reminded me of Andy Hallet. RIP

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Took some time to write the lyrics.

It Gets Better by Rebecca Drysdale

Amanda is in gym class where the kids go to get fit,
But her eye's not on the ball at all, it's on Ms. Foster's tits.
Shes got a dirty little secret that everybody knows,
She came out but she wishes she had left the closet closed.

And here is little Davey hiding in the piano room
Playing Wicked, Rent, Chicago, Cats, and Brigadoon.
He's hiding from the locker room and jocks who roam the halls
Where he's safe from wedgies, shiners, and destruction of his balls.

But when they call you weirdos, fags, and rejects, flamers, gays, and hags
Baby-dykes, and homo-dykes, lesbos, homos, and queerbags
It might seem like its hopeless and will never be okay,
But listen to the ones who care, believe them when they say...

It gets better!

Someday you'll look back and you wont give a fuck
When you're swimmin' through your pussy vault like Scrooge 'fuckin'' McDuck
And when you're snatchin' your first Grammy, super-glam and lookin' slick,
It wont be much time til they get in line for a chance to suck your dick.

It gets better!

It wasn't long til they told Johnny that he wasn't normal
When he wore a strapless gown and high heels to his junior formal,
But the cool guys, they felt passionately that his chosen fashion
Was a rationalization for a rash of Johnny-bashin.'

Everyone made fun of Shannon cause she kissed a girl,
So she hid her head and closed her mouth and shut out her whole world.
She is brilliant, smart and funny, kind and talented, but hey
It doesn't matter what she is, all she is to them is gay.

But when they call you carpet munchers, fudge-packers, and queens
Lesbians-in-training, Marys, lily nancy teens
It might seem like you're different, weird, unusual, or strange,
But hang in there cause things will always and have always changed.

It gets better!

Johns a stylist and he's gotten pretty far,
Now he doesn't get his ass kicked, but his ass kissed by the stars.
And when Shannon got to college, she met people just like her
And she realized who the d-bags and the fuckheads really were.

It gets better!

Jane Lynch, Boy George, Versace,
Adam Lambert, Liberace,
Elton, Tim, John, Michael Stipe,
Ellen, Rosie, Wanda Sykes.

Jodie Foster, Linda Perry,
Gandalf the wizard, actually a fairy.
Simon, Amstell, K.D. Lang,
Even Brando liked some wang.

Rachel Maddow, huge muff-diver,
Richard Hatch who won Survivor,
Nathan Lane, Truman Capote,
even Obi Wan Kenobi.

Billy Joe from Green Day's bi,
Ricky Martin, big surprise,
Doogie Howser, what a showman,
Dave Hyde Pierce and all the Romans.

Tommy Tune and Alvin Ailey,
Meredith Baxter, Leica Haley.
Lohan, Paquin, both are bi,
Boy George and George Takei.

Cher has a transgendered child,
George Michael and Oscar Wilde.
Everyone involved in glee
One tenth of everyone you know and me.

All of them are just like you,
It got better for them and it will for you too.

It gets better!

If you're gay or bi or something in between,
There's no one who is meaner than a bunch of asshole teens.
But those assholes are the first people you will soon forget
When you're livin' life and learning how much better it can get.

It gets better!

Oh yeah, it gets better!

It gets better!

Yeah yeah yeah...

It gets better!

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massive fucking props alex, massive fucking props

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PSA: I am an overly sarcastic person. If you take me at my word, then i will most likely anger and offend you.

Woah, woah.

Bang bang go the coffin nails, like a breath exhaled,
Been gone forever.
It seems like just yesterday, how did I miss the red flags raised?
Think back to the days we laughed.
We braved these bitter storms together.
Brought to his knees he cried,
But on his feet he died.

What God would damn a heart?
And what God drove us apart?

What God could make it stop?
Let this end.
Eighteen years pushed to the ledge.
It's come to this,
A weightless step.
On the way down singing,
Woah, woah.

Bang bang from the closet walls,
The schoolhouse halls,
The shotgun's loaded.
Push me and I'll push back.
I'm done asking, I demand.

From a nation under God,
I feel its love like a cattle prod.
Born free, but still they hate.
Born me, no I can't change.

It's always darkest just before the dawn.
So stay awake with me, let's prove them wrong.

Make it stop.
Let this end,
Eighteen years pushed to the ledge.
It's come to this,
A weightless step.
On the way down singing,
Woah, woah.

The cold river washed him away,
But how could we forget?
The gatherings saw candles, but not their tongues.

And too much blood has flown from the wrists,
Of the children shamed for those they chose to kiss.
Who will rise to stop the blood?

We're calling for,
Insisting on, a different beat, yeah.
A brand new song.

Whoa, whoa [x3]
(Tyler Clementi, age 18.
Billy Lucas, age 15.
Harrison Chase Brown, age 15
Cody J. Barker, age 17
Seth Walsh, age 13.)

Make it stop,
Let this end.
This life chose me, I'm not lost in sin.
But proud I stand of who I am,
I plan to go on living.

Make it stop,
let this end,
all these years pushed to the ledge,
but proud I stand, of who I am,
I plan to go on living

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"Counting all the assholes in the room, I'm definitely not alone!" ~ Michael Poulsen, Volbeat, Still Standing.