I spent all of last night wandering outside your mind.

 

I broke my heart thinking I never had a chance inside yours. This Christmas, it's 2 am, no where near three and I am thinking about texas hold 'em. I want to know where you've beena ll this time, and why "wearing my heart on my sleeve" no longer applies to me. I wish I knew you. I wish I knew my sister. I wish I knew my brother (s). I want reasons why being adopted means knowing but never being anywhere near.. anything. I'd love to be anything but.. here.. but not there.. sometimes I think I died the day I was born. I'd give anything to be uninformed. But I'm not, so learning to deal is my perogative (just like Bobby Brown I assume) I've spent  lifetime (twenty two almost three years to be exact) just trying to be a stranger. How strange. How ironic. How... full of irony. And darling, if we could be together... we probably still wouldn't