You told me a lie that I used to live by now I know the truth and there's no rock to steady me, in my trembling boots
I do not know my mother I do not know my father how do I find the strength to stop my shaking breath
Do I live a lie or be a sacrifice?
I haven't confronted my family since I found out I was adopted. They never told me. And they don't know I know. I'm finding it hard to keep a clear mind.