I have been held in this orphanage for longer than my years. 
I am made to eat this horrid porridge. 
They box me on the ears. 
How often I vow to flee, to go. 
But this is the only home I know. 
My stammered speech, my one suitcase, 
My Orphanage, My hateful place. 
Like that case, this place I carry 
Inside of me. 
It's not so very heavy for a stocky child. 

They said my mama's loose. 
They said she was wild. 
Though I never knew or saw that woman sent with me this fatal flaw. 
My strange and puffy moon-like face, 
My Orphanage, 
My hateful place. 
My stringy hair, my lack of grace, 
My Orphanage, 
My hateful place. 

I could have been lucky like them 
Happy families 
Look in my 
Dark, rotted heardened heart and you will see: 

The downcast glance, the empty embrace 
Of my orphanage, 
My hateful place. 

I'm an evil thing. 
I am way full of something 
That was left by the side of the road. 
I am chipped, curly-lipped. 
Never any kindness was shown. 

No one else is here, 
My Orphanage, My Dear. 

It's in me. It's a part. 
My Orphanage, My Heart.