My heart is
a lost foreigner...
I am just a seed
From my mother I will fall...
Slam the steel door and fasten it tight
Make sure it’s sealed to keep out the light...
In the night I lay listening to the sobbing rain...
and feeling the fragile glass full of fear...
Caught in a web of traps
That binds the hapless bird...
Changes at my work
have almost rendered me...
They call me the favorite, the perfect child;
Their words biting at my fragile skin...
Listen to my story
i won't tell it again...
He can't even see me
it's like i'm not here...
There's a little boy
about two years old...
I wish I could understand
the secret part of me...
I don't try to hurt you
I want you here to stay...