They tell me that they want me,
But the memories still haunt me,
And the question comes upon me,
What am I?
They tell me that they need me,
But I feel like they don't see me,
Then this question comes to seize me,
What am I?
Their words, they grasp and squeeze me.
But they're only trying to please me,
And that question won't release me,
What am I?
Why am I here if they don' t care?
What will I do? What will I dare?
If all was right, if all was fair,
I wouldn't breathe a breath of air.
