Connecting with others is a rare and beautiful thing but it's rare that's the thing

How can it be? That there are  thousands of lit stars in our skies but only one you?

The tragedy of my youth is that I found love too young it slipped away from me too quickly
Thinking I'd connect again one day with someone else just like you was my greatest mistake. There was no one else just like you. There was only you.
Connecting with others is a rare and beautiful thing.
But it's rare....
That's the thing

Words go past me but I don't hear them
People wave at me but I don't see them
Thoughts run through me like a dream
with darkness following...

.... Then suddenly the world is filled with
vibrant hues of technicolor
My eyes once damp with tears dilate with the cosmic energy of the stars
All my troubles far in the distance
nothing can touch me
I feel power inside me
Why bend the knee to the arms of an angry God?
When you can pay worship to the temple of my body?
Though I am drenched with blood and sin
my heart is fragile with expectation

Overtime I stopped hearing from you but I never stopped thinking of you

In a room full of applause
The fakest friend
Won't clap for you

Pay attention

And there were others it's true
But there's been no one
....no one
since you

I am no one's daughter
I was already missing the night I left
even my heart carried a suitcase
my father turned his face from me
this would be his greatest mistake
that he ever could believe in me
I am no one's daughter
I hug my knees in my chest
like a mantra I repeat my address
but they won't be looking for me
I am no one's daughter

how dare you think that you could matter?

Because I am no one's daughter