If I would have cried and begged you to stay in your arms, would you have kept me?
would you have let me be?
was it easier to turn your back on me?
who were you truely setting free? you or me?
Thanks for nothing, but thanks for it all.
You began your new life, proud, telling yourself you did the right thing
you were happy, while I was sad
"Man I am so mad!"
surrounded by strangers; being with my family was my dream
I wasn't happy; my happiness was left in each home that I lived in for those 2 or 3 weeks
You gave me nothing, but you gave me it all
When you laughed, I cried
when you talked, I was silent
my life that you thought you were making so much better was no longer mine
it belonged to the system
as my tears would flow and my smiles fade
cash would flow in to the hands of my part time parents,
to them I was nothing more than dollar signs
but you don't care, as long as you were free of me
Thanks for nothing
I learned to smile through it all
not because I was truely happy
but because I would stare in to the faces of the families "real" kids
for those few seconds, they were me and I was them; I was happy
pretending was my only way of true happiness
It took some time, 2 years to be exact
but my dream finally became reality
I had a permanent family, and that family had me
for once, from your decision I was happy and free
I got adopted and I got loved, but it wasn't from you
you gave me up and I was mad but I got over it
Thanks for it all
I was happy and it was real
it seemed too real, so I had to pinch myself but it was true
for once, I had brothers, sisters, my own bed, my own parents
parents who would never give me up
my family isn't perfect but its more than what you ever gave me
Thanks for nothing, but Thanks for it all.