And I’m 5 again
And the sunlight is too bright
And the room is unknown
And my father is gone
And my brothers are gone

But my mother is here
But my mother is a stranger
But one brother is here
But that brother is a stranger
But I have my doll
But she sleeps in a suitcase

I don’t know where I am
I don’t know what’s happening
I don’t know when I’ll go home
I don’t know yet that I never will
I don’t know what I’m supposed to do
I don’t know yet that this feeling is called dread

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