My Orphanage Lyrics - My Fever Broke - Rasputina

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 hardened 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.