I dream of floating through the world alone A ticket to a place where I can Be something that I have never known Where is home? A girl set adrift, am I becoming this? Do I have a name? Do I have a soul? I don't want to understand But this is so much more complex than circumstance What did I have to know? Memory is hard to trust Am I at fault for feeling what I am? I try to convince myself that I can repair the scars and holes There is anger at the thought Of being what I'm not This is all that I have known, so I can't feel it, I don't know I am haunted I am cold I don't want to understand But this is so much more complex than circumstance What did I have to know? Memory is hard to trust Am I at fault for feeling what I am?