Where the lines are blurred
When it comes what's right
Where things seem absurd
Where we come to see the dark side of light

When childhood scars,
Match the number of midnight stars
Where everything is topsy turby
And everyone is in a hurry

Where nightmares are like sweet dreams
Where nothing is as it seems.
Where secrets are kept
And expectations aren't met

Where there is no love only lust
And you don't know who to trust.

This is where I was raised
With no praise
But get to know me and bam!
You'll realize, all that isn't who I am.