What shall I do when I feel for one yet think of another
To hate the one they say call birth mother
Don’t try and figure me out
That is what causes some to doubt
Never knowing what’s inside my head
And yet saying they hear the words I said
I can’t fight that old shadow from the past
Nor will I make a promise that won’t last
There’s not many things I can control
Having played the victim role
Yet one thing I can’t ever forget no matter how hard I try
Was when I smiled more than I cried.