• I'm not a delinquent
    And I'm not a cheat
    But why does everybody keep saying
    I've completed such feats.

    People look at me
    Like there's something wrong
    But what's so wrong
    Being hurt and left to be gone.


    I fight my way.
    To make a decent life
    But something,
    Stops me at bay.

    I don't know this feeling
    Something's missing,
    Something's incomplete.
    What is this?

    I feel as if
    I need to go home
    Where the people
    have prosecuted me.

    I now know this feeling of missing,
    And loneliness.
    I haven't felt it in such a time.
    Only my true love has shown me this.

    He had stopped me
    He had made me go back.
    He held my hand, and embraced me,
    In the hardest of times.

    So why would I leave him?
    To get a way
    To be the way I am.
    Or to protect myself.

    From the ones who've caused harm
    The ones I should've trusted
    But who've never trusted me.
    My family, the prosecutors.

    My hero,
    My love,
    And the person who I trust the most
    Is the only one who could ever save me.

    Stands by my side,
    Helps me recover,
    And mends my heart back together.
    I love you.