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I don't know my own name
and that irony began
Finding a place and birthright
of an unknown man

when I search for something
to fill this open space
I find another question
and this turns into a chase

where is she and does she care
about me at all
when she left me here
in this ungodly mall

maybe she doesn't love me
and laughs upon me now
and I wish I could hate her
and not satisfy a frown

but I do not know what hate is
and neither do I love
and I keep coming back
as hard as she can shove