Everytime I go to dinner It seems like I'm getting a little bit thinner. I'll sit down at the breakfast table. I can talk; they're not able. When I look at them I find There's a single question on their mind. I wish it could go back to the way it was. It's not easy now because... My whole family thinks I'm gay. I guess it's always been that way. Maybe its 'cause of the way that I walk That makes them think I like... boys, That I like boys. The goddamn question just wont go away. And, I get asked it every single day. But, the way they ask is not a disguise Like "How was your day? Do you like to kiss guys?" (That's... funny) This is the worst; baby, this was my fear. Now, their opinions are crystal-clear because... My whole family now is shocked. I'm in the closet, and the door is locked. Now my glory days are gone. I was John Elway; now I'm Elton John. My whole family now suspects That watching Spongebob had side-effects. I'm not gay, and that's what I said. If I'm gay, hey God, strik