My Orphanage Lyrics

	作曲 : Creager
	I have been held in this orphanage for longer than my years.
	I am made to eat this horrid porridge.
	They box me on the ears.
	How often
	I vow to flee, to go.
	But this is the only home
	I know. My stammered speech, my one suitcase,
	My Orphanage,
	My hateful place.
	Like that case, this place
	I carry Inside of me.
	It's not so very heavy for a stocky child.
	They said my mama's loose.
	They said she was wild.
	Though I never knew or saw that woman sent with me this fatal flaw.
	My strange and puffy moon-like face,
	My Orphanage,
	My hateful place.
	My stringy hair, my lack of grace,
	My Orphanage,
	My hateful place.
	I could have been lucky like them
	Happy families
	Look in my
	Dark, rotted heardened heart and you will see:
	The downcast glance, the empty embrace
	Of my orphanage,
	My hateful place.
	I'm an evil thing.
	I am way full of something
	That was left by the side of the road.
	I am chipped, curly-lipped.
	Never any kindness was shown.
	No one else is here,
	My Orphanage,
	My Dear. It's in me.
	It's a part.
	My Orphanage,
	My Heart.

	zuo qu : Creager
	I have been held in this orphanage for longer than my years.
	I am made to eat this horrid porridge.
	They box me on the ears.
	How often
	I vow to flee, to go.
	But this is the only home
	I know. My stammered speech, my one suitcase,
	My Orphanage,
	My hateful place.
	Like that case, this place
	I carry Inside of me.
	It' s not so very heavy for a stocky child.
	They said my mama' s loose.
	They said she was wild.
	Though I never knew or saw that woman sent with me this fatal flaw.
	My strange and puffy moon-like face,
	My Orphanage,
	My hateful place.
	My stringy hair, my lack of grace,
	My Orphanage,
	My hateful place.
	I could have been lucky like them
	Happy families
	Look in my
	Dark, rotted heardened heart and you will see:
	The downcast glance, the empty embrace
	Of my orphanage,
	My hateful place.
	I' m an evil thing.
	I am way full of something
	That was left by the side of the road.
	I am chipped, curly-lipped.
	Never any kindness was shown.
	No one else is here,
	My Orphanage,
	My Dear. It' s in me.
	It' s a part.
	My Orphanage,
	My Heart.

	zuò qǔ : Creager
	I have been held in this orphanage for longer than my years.
	I am made to eat this horrid porridge.
	They box me on the ears.
	How often
	I vow to flee, to go.
	But this is the only home
	I know. My stammered speech, my one suitcase,
	My Orphanage,
	My hateful place.
	Like that case, this place
	I carry Inside of me.
	It' s not so very heavy for a stocky child.
	They said my mama' s loose.
	They said she was wild.
	Though I never knew or saw that woman sent with me this fatal flaw.
	My strange and puffy moon-like face,
	My Orphanage,
	My hateful place.
	My stringy hair, my lack of grace,
	My Orphanage,
	My hateful place.
	I could have been lucky like them
	Happy families
	Look in my
	Dark, rotted heardened heart and you will see:
	The downcast glance, the empty embrace
	Of my orphanage,
	My hateful place.
	I' m an evil thing.
	I am way full of something
	That was left by the side of the road.
	I am chipped, curly-lipped.
	Never any kindness was shown.
	No one else is here,
	My Orphanage,
	My Dear. It' s in me.
	It' s a part.
	My Orphanage,
	My Heart.

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