Will I Ever Be Jake? (Less Than Jake)

Will I ever be Jake to you?

Will I always have to fake my ways to be

Seen in a light of splendor

With lowered and deeper voice that goes with having muscle, classical beauty?

Isn’t it enough for me to be

A gay boy in cowboy hat

And we’ll leave it at that?

Will I ever be Jake to you?

Will my chains, this burden, ever break

So that I can be Jake?

Will I ever pop the pills, and take the knife

So I can be greater in your eyes?

Why do I care if I am Jake?

Because I don’t want to be weak in your eyes (but after all, aren’t we all the same?)

I’m afraid to be aged, and never seen in your eyes

But what your eyes can see or not

Is your problem, not mine.