but at the end of the day
we are always ourselves
it’s not that you want me,
to be somebody else that i see
i see myself but i do know
that you would like me,
to be something else

you can do no wrong
i trip on your halo every time
and every time i pick myself up
and i pay an emotional fine

it is a crazy world
where a european cow
is better off,
than the average african child

they signed up
to an impossible convention
an exploitation situation
with only one,
rather inevitable conclusion

am i my fathers child?
you said,
abusers often abuse
well, are we victims or fighters?
i know what i choose

you get more beautiful
as you get older
therefore it is such a shame
that your life becomes colder
and the pain –
rests too heavy upon your shoulders

i have gone through this life
never quite fitting in
and making the best of a bad job
it is weary resignation
to a funny old lot
so those closest
have to always know the shape of my hands

it is just peace and quiet
that i want to find
i have to admit
she caught my eye
but it was only ever
in another life