Alone, in a big bright city;
Reminiscing on what felt like family;
Sitting, wondering if there ever was a ”we”;
And how mom, you never fought for me.
Daddy, picking up every piece;
And always being my safety;
Tryin’ to bring back the old me;
From before you took the light out of me.
You never thought I’d end up as half as good as you;
You’d sit back every time and say that we are through;
All I could ever do is say thank you;
For making me see, that all I need;
Is myself and my company.
At this point, I don’t even know what to write;
‘Cause to you I was never worth the fight;
They say ”gay” means ”happy”;
Why’d you have to take it out of me.
Yeah, you never really knew the real me;
But mom, I’m your daughter, this is so wrong, how can’t you see;
Since then, all that’s been left in me;
Are these four walls and what I used to be.
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