Do you know,
What it feels like to be stripped?
To not have anything,
Or anyone?
Do you know,
What it feels like to be the odd one out?
But yet still fit in,
Changed, but not for the good.
Do you know,
What it feels like to lose yourself?
To not know where you came from,
Only where you are?
I know,
What it feels like.
I try to make it better,
By constantly saying the opposite.
Unfortunately,
I have been here long enough.
If I go back now,
I'll lose my life here.
Though I do wish for the life that could,
I love the one I have now.
So, even though I have lost my origin,
I can still remember it.
