Lonely and heart broken is how this person feels
Yet it's not a fantasy, everything is real
Nothing seems to be too right and everything goes wrong
Wanting to fit in, is how this person felt for so long
Built up inside are the emotions never expressed
It's there on the tip of the tounge
Far from happy, sad, angry or distressed
Their life would have been easier
or differently at least
Each day is a question
And the hurt I cant release
No one knows the feeling
No one can see
That this bastard child
Has always been me
Theres apart of me missing
I feel so incomplete
She cant play both roles
But to me it's no mystery
The cravin is still there
It wont never ever stop
I must realize, i must cherish what i got
I'll feel this way some more
I've felt this way for a while
But until then...
I'll always be a bastard child
