hopping around no where to go
my nature home no where in sight
concretes and metals i know not
scattering and messing with my vision
a little box they called my home
are u sure, cos it's so queer
a lot of food whole bunch of love
maybe that's why i'm still here
still alive despite all lies
the most saddest playing in mind
children or relatives would make do
yet neither will they approve
and neither can they care
all my life i wonder why
they are so close yet too far
i get attention yet still lonely
and i keep wondering still
why me, why me..
