I've been playing this game in my head since I was a little girl
If it had a name it would be called something like
Make Anything Work
I'd put my girl in some place no one wants to be
An orphan maybe in a cutthroat magical city
I'd figure out how to get her a schooling or a livelihood
She's clever, that girl, crafty, thrifty
Though I always held her strictly to the rules
Passing each of her moves through logic's test
We'd still always find a way for her to make her life a home
A happy place, a comfortable place, A Place To Call Your Own

So when I fell down into this ditch
I did what I've always done
I played the game
and Made It Work.
It's home down here now
Living in the dark of night, even in the day
Even when I imagine myself, I see shadows from where I am
Scared to lose myself entirely if I try to break out
And you can't climb out if you don't want to leave

So I guess I'm stuck where I am
A half-life, unsustainable
Like cement blocks to my feet
And one breath left in my mouth

I'll make it work, somehow