I'm tired of listening br To the sound of my tears br Tired of running br Instead of facing my fears br Tired of questioning my existence br Tired of walking the path of least resistance br br 'Who am I? ' 'Am I supposed to be here? ' br So many questions going through my mind br I want them to disappear br I'm tired of the lost soul I'm br Tired of being called a queer br I just need somewhere to belong br Something to rely on br Just want to have someone near br br I just need a place to fit in br Somewhere to begin br Is it too much to ask for? br Tell me why won't anybody let me in?br br Abdulaziz Mohybr br