In love, lezzo, and human

“Voices” in my elven ears are telling me you’re angry at yourself, g

Why?

You’re human, and I love you

And, voices, like birds, they’re saying you’re in love with me, too

Is it something to do with me?

“Voices” are insidious they’ll turn on you, your own arguments, I’m schizophrenic

I know that’s what “voices” do

How powerful becomes a “voice” that isn’t even there

When it plays on your fear

Over and over, saying to you

“Raelene’s not gay”

(Let alone the jealous “voice” of some jealous bitch who is, her “voice” repetitious

“Raelene’s lying to you”)

You’ll reply, “Raelene’s my true submissive”

But “voices” are insidious they’ll turn on you, your own arguments, I’m schizophrenic

“Voices” do

You’re just human! That’s the point, g

Why I hate these fucking hypocrites

They’re the same as me

We’re all the same

Humankind, us two lezzos, they try to turn on each other

When we’re twain

Yes! We’re all the fucking same

We’re loved, g, two loving human beings

But “voices” are insidious they’ll turn on me, my own arguments, I’m schizophrenic

“Voices” do

Even two white het males in love

They’re all the same as us

Why are you angry at yourself, g?

Why hate yourself for love?

Is it because, it makes a mess of us?

We’re all human, and if I was in your position, I’d be acting the same way, g

Difference with them

Is they’re the “voice” of judgement without compassion

All accuse me of thinking I’m jesus, yet want to be jesus themselves

I wish I was perfect, too

But I’m not

Just like you

But “voices” are insidious they’ll turn on me, my own arguments, I’m schizophrenic

“Voices” do

Please, guilty g, come to me

O please, g, come to me

Don’t be angry at yourself for your humanity

And come to me

Punchline

Thats just like them, to

It’s human to judge, but compassion is part of judgement, too

Aah, g, another night for me alone

You, with those “voices” in your ear

Seem so real

Yes, being schizophrenic

I know how real “voices” seem

It’s a human thing

To believe them

Punchline

Not like them

I’m telling you, I love you and want to be with you

In so many expressions, honey

You’re the most beautiful thing in the world

It’s another night

And “voices” are insidious they’ll turn on me, my own arguments, I’m schizophrenic, g

I know “voices” do