I was fearing this day would come,
Never truly ready,
Now I must keep myself steady,
I've even held onto my teddy.
People ask if I'm sad,
but it's hard to tell them I feel so bad,
Afraid I might cry,
when I think of you in uniform and tie.
How could you go?
Don't you know I love you so?
I only wish you felt the same about me,
but I know this could never be.
I try to hold back my tears,
but it's hard when people look at you queer,
I really want you here,
But you want to go,
and I respect your decision so,
I'll miss you,
and cry more then a tear or two.
