My Orphanage - Rasputina

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