I Have Been Held In This Orphanage For Longer Than My Years.
I Am Made To Eat This Horrid Porridge.
They Box Me On The Ears.
How Often I Vow To Flee, To Go.
But This Is The Only Home I Know.
My Stammered Speech, My One Suitcase,
My Orphanage, My Hateful Place.
Like That Case, This Place I Carry
Inside Of Me.
It's Not So Very Heavy For A Stocky Child.

They Said My Mama's Loose.
They Said She Was Wild.
Though I Never Knew Or Saw That Woman Sent With Me This Fatal Flaw.
My Strange And Puffy Moon-like Face,
My Orphanage,
My Hateful Place.
My Stringy Hair, My Lack Of Grace,
My Orphanage,
My Hateful Place.

I Could Have Been Lucky Like Them
Happy Families
Look In My
Dark, Rotted Heardened Heart And You Will See:

The Downcast Glance, The Empty Embrace
Of My Orphanage,
My Hateful Place.

I'm An Evil Thing.
I Am Way Full Of Something
That Was Left By The Side Of The Road.
I Am Chipped, Curly-lipped.
Never Any Kindness Was Shown.

No One Else Is Here,
My Orphanage, My Dear.

It's In Me. It's A Part.
My Orphanage, My Heart.