When you’re a babe,
Life’s just a game.
You don’t know much else,
Besides your name.

But when you get older,
Things start to feel strange.
Like a telephone call,
That’s just out of range.

And when it’s said,
Nothing is ever the same.
You feel awkward and funny,
About your last name.

You feel unwanted,
Unclean.
Not fit,
To be seen.

It was never my fault,
It’s all his to blame.
For taking her innocence,
And her name.

Cause when your adopted,
People never quite see.
Why such a dark cloud,
Is surrounding me.