Sometimes I think I've finally made it, 

I've made a life,

I've made a home,

I've made a friend. 

But it's on these very little days, 

when I start to realize where I belong.

cause what it seemed to be, 

was not for them, 

And every memory I treasured was wrong. 

No matter how much I leave behind, 

my childness, 

no matter how much I gain, 

my maturity, 

I am still expendable.

Their attention is pity, 

it disagrees with me to be pitiful.