I’m on a shelf an article labeled
How do you cope with a thing like that?
Had my ways with days of sunshine
But then again I didn’t realise
It’s hard to accept another
Thought it was my sister who fell off the wall
I’m down
I’m down
I’m down, no one to see me falling
Maybe someone’s out there looking for me
Like the woman who brought you up
When you’re used to one thing
I’m down no one to see me falling
Though my legs won’t move, I feel disabled
Life came easy it all fell in line
My pseudo-brother Billy emigrated long ago
Someone went through pain to have me
I’m down
It hurt me so to be the last one to know
I’m down, no one to hear me calling
To the folks who brought me up, I’m not ungrateful
I’m down, no one to see me falling
I’m down, no one to hear me calling
I’m down
I’m down
But I’ve got no notion of moving from where I am
I’m down no one to hear me calling
Left on their own, couldn’t afford to clothe me
Well, she ain’t your mother
I’m down
Waiting for someone to fetch me from lost and found
I’m down
Kept the secret from me, they thought it was shameful
And I, I don’t even know my real name
Someone I should know
I always thought it was my dad who went to war