Oh how I long, just to belong.
Not to be looked down on, but rather looked upon.
My rights must be added, eradicate my wrongs.
Oh how I long, just to belong.
My needs play second fiddle to my wants.
Oh how much longer, must I want?
It's a deficiency of mine, a lack thereof
My story has no end, nor my craving.
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 9:33 AM UTC
Oh how I long, just to belong.
Not to be looked down on, but rather looked upon.
My rights must be added, eradicate my wrongs.
Oh how I long, just to belong.
My needs play second fiddle to my wants.
Oh how much longer, must I want?
It's a deficiency of mine, a lack thereof
My story has no end, nor my craving.
