My Orphanage

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