Protective magic of old
Falling pieces, finding a soul
A mother choosing to die
Saving the boy left behind
I'm not quite comfortable
The hate that comes from you
My life's been terrible
It's time for something new
At each turn, eyes-- they find a scar
On to learn of fame that reaches far
Hidden by kin's home
Bitter acceptance, a bond was sealed
When loved so deeply, love stays alive
Carries on with no visible sign
My life was horrible
Then I found something new
Though I'm not quite comfortable
With the looks that come from you