She scratches a letter into a wall made of stone.

Maybe someday another child won't feel as alone as she does.

It's been two years and counting since they put her in this place.

She's been diagnosed by some stupid fuck and mommy agrees. Yeah.

Whoa. Yeah. Hey yeah



Why go home? (x3)



She seems to be stronger but what they want her to be is weak.

She could play pretend. She could join the game, boy.

She could be another clone.

Ooh. Whoa. Ah yeah. Ooh.



Why go home? (x4)

What you taught me put me here. Don't come visit. Mother, sing me.



Woa ooh.

Why go home? (x4)

What you taught me put me here. Don't come visit. Mother, mother, yeah.

Why go home? (x7)

Whoa.