The days ecllipse around my stigma   No truth to believe in   Weathered days to live in   Dimly lit, my hopes are gone   Merry days, forgotten sun   Inability to believe the love   My parents believed      They will never come      May comes, showers pour   The roses bloom while I wither   Drenched in the rain I thought   Came from heaven   A cleansing from my blood   But the stigma lies within the truth   Free me, reshape, rebirth      My hopes will never bloom      Create a portait of myself and what I am   The picture remains missing   With the tense in my eyes   For never knowing who they were   I will never been complete   I will never know life   As the way it was made for me      Please come for me      Misdirected infection from the people who build us by   Telling me what they believed in   My stigma took the opinion   Lacking truth, weathered me down   Again I learn, I will never know   Other will never tell me   What I think      This work will never be complete      The teachers of "this is"   Never knowing what I think   A language they will never speak   For me, ever changed   By the stigma I   Believed in, never knowing   Parametics that were never trained trying to fix me      I will never know      They will never   Know me, I will won't too   I am nothing   Except a person with nothing to believed in   The rose dies, and I will   Never believe in anyone again   Troubled, fumbled, crumbled      Always wanted love      Trust nobody   They will never know   I can only build my truth   When you know who they are   I am the judge   Chambered by these beliefs   That will never break with every tense I make      The days will go ahead of me      I want to know you   Father   I want to know you   Mother   I may never see you   Father   I may never see you   Mother      Broken by the wasted heart      Nothing to believe in   'Cause nothing's true   Tempted to believe   But I will never   Faded my stigma   I will never know   Them