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Everyone listening, I just want to ask you,
In this scenario, what would you do?
There’s this kid on the street with no one around,
Do you pick her up or just leave her on the ground?
What is ‘foster kid’, and what is just unloved?
Am I just one, or am I both of those?

But who cares when you’re in a new home?
I’m here, I’m loved, I’m alive, and I’ve grown.
How many other kids can say the same thing?
Someone tell me why this is still happening.

Fast forward my life so now I’m off the street,
And now we can really tackle some history.
When I’m still a kid, I lose the person I trust,
Over some photographic, pornographic, illicit lust,
Where do I go when you’re all in the wrong?
I was eight, then ten, now writing this song.

You were my father, but now you’re some stranger,
And I don’t want to be around a sexual danger.
See, though, in the end, I think I understand,
I still need to love you and do what I can.
Because it was mom’s fault, but mostly mine,
For being a selfish, awful daughter all of the time.

You had to leave, and you left us all alone,
Leaving me confused and all on my own.
And I know I’m really the only one to blame,
With every little thing that you could name.

When you’re down in a ditch, that’s where you stay,
And no one could convince me anyway.
I kept myself down and dismantled my ladder,
In the calmest terms, I was just sadder and sadder.
I hated myself, and that’s all I have to say,
See, I was everything wrong every single day.

And to get myself out, do you know what I do?
I find a ‘someone’, and then we’re a ‘two’.
And everything is fine, and things look bright,
But in reality, nothing really goes so right.
Because the up pulled me down once more,
At least, after two years, it’s better than before.

All of these crappy things that happened to me,
At least have helped shape what I’ve come to be.
I’m not really sure if I should have been born,
I know I could never leave a house so torn.
Don’t put your heart into something nonexistent,
Nevertheless, I think I’ve come to understand it.

There are messages here, but I’m not sure I care,
My autobiography doesn’t need more flare.
I’ve dealt with a lot and hadn’t even realised,
Because there are more stories even larger sized.

Well, here’s mine to toss into that collection,
And I didn’t even give the full recollection.
Not all is bad, but that’s what I know the most,
Playing a pain game with results to boast.
We’re all human, so why does this go on?
But thank you to those who kept me here till dawn.

Description
Everyone listening, I just want to ask you,
In this scenario, what would you do?
There’s this kid on the street with no one around,
Do you pick her up or just leave her on the ground?
What is ‘foster kid’, and what is just unloved?
Am I just one, or am I both of those?

But who cares when you’re in a new home?
I’m here, I’m loved, I’m alive, and I’ve grown.
How many other kids can say the same thing?
Someone tell me why this is still happening.

Fast forward my life so now I’m off the street,
And now we can really tackle some history.
When I’m still a kid, I lose the person I trust,
Over some photographic, pornographic, illicit lust,
Where do I go when you’re all in the wrong?
I was eight, then ten, now writing this song.

You were my father, but now you’re some stranger,
And I don’t want to be around a sexual danger.
See, though, in the end, I think I understand,
I still need to love you and do what I can.
Because it was mom’s fault, but mostly mine,
For being a selfish, awful daughter all of the time.

You had to leave, and you left us all alone,
Leaving me confused and all on my own.
And I know I’m really the only one to blame,
With every little thing that you could name.

When you’re down in a ditch, that’s where you stay,
And no one could convince me anyway.
I kept myself down and dismantled my ladder,
In the calmest terms, I was just sadder and sadder.
I hated myself, and that’s all I have to say,
See, I was everything wrong every single day.

And to get myself out, do you know what I do?
I find a ‘someone’, and then we’re a ‘two’.
And everything is fine, and things look bright,
But in reality, nothing really goes so right.
Because the up pulled me down once more,
At least, after two years, it’s better than before.

All of these crappy things that happened to me,
At least have helped shape what I’ve come to be.
I’m not really sure if I should have been born,
I know I could never leave a house so torn.
Don’t put your heart into something nonexistent,
Nevertheless, I think I’ve come to understand it.

There are messages here, but I’m not sure I care,
My autobiography doesn’t need more flare.
I’ve dealt with a lot and hadn’t even realised,
Because there are more stories even larger sized.

Well, here’s mine to toss into that collection,
And I didn’t even give the full recollection.
Not all is bad, but that’s what I know the most,
Playing a pain game with results to boast.
We’re all human, so why does this go on?
But thank you to those who kept me here till dawn.