Body Talk

I am close enough to see your eyes
but tell me who I should be like.
Now, stop painting black upon the whitest lies,
stop pushing me, stop, rewind.

Again, close enough to hold your hands
to ask what it takes to be a man.
So many choices, too many voices
and I know they only steal me away from you.
Let me be myself.



Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Bair, Juergen Dohr, Andre Tegeler, Guido Kramer, Dennis Bierbrodt, Dimitri Thivaios, Michael Thivaios
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