Do I really belong here?
Do I really belong there?
Do I really belong somewhere in this world?
Because I believe I dont belong anywhere.
Can you lift the pain away?
So when I come home,
It will be a home
And not just a cold-blooded house.
Can you pick up my vacant heart,
And help me fill my heart full of love?
Can you make me feel like Im here?
And no longer like Im hidden?
Do I really belong here?
Do I really belong there?
Do I really belong somewhere in this world?
Because I believe I dont belong anywhere.
Have I fallen?
Can it be that I cannot lift myself up?
Have I lost all the strength in this battle?
Have I vanished yet again?
Can these incises in my heart go away?
Or will it leave disfigurements for my existence?
I would think the memories would be enough scars,
But having the disfigurements in my heart and in my memories is painful.
Can you see me laying here on the soil?
Why do you keep walking by?
Why did I vanish from the light?
Why did I vanish from each person?
Holding my head up high,
Going through day by day,
As though nothing is wrong,
But the inside is breaking
Each day I went by
I got weaker,
I kept ignoring the truth,
And now am I too late?
Can you please tell me?
Can you please tell my soul?
Do I belong here with you in this world?
Because I believe I dont belong anywhere in this world.
Ive fallen too far in this hole of shadows,
And now Ive vanished from the world.
Everywhere I turn,
Im not seen nor heard.
I dug myself too far in this hole,
Trying to keep this family as one
Trying to keep everyone around me pleased apart from for me.
I dug this hole of sorrow and pain.
I dug myself too far in this hole
Trying to be what everyone else wanted me to be,
Forgetting what I truly wanted in life at the end,
And now I must make the best out of my own shadows.
Please help me Im begging you,
Ive fallen on the this brown soil,
I have tears that has draped from my eyes down to my cheeks
And Im bleeding to death from within my heart.
I just want to know where do I belong?
If its not here,
And its not there,
Then where can I call a home a home?
This house is just a house
This house is just a cold-blooded house.
I want a home where I feel safe and warm.
I want a home where I feel loved.
Tell me why come you cant love me?
Why come I have to be separated into a million pieces?
Why does my sorrow and river of tears satisfy you?
Couldnt you just be happy with who I was?
Now Ive dug myself in this hole,
And I cannot figure my way out.
I hope you are satisfied.
I hope you are pleased that I have vanished yet once again.
