i was born on the 3rd of june into a broken family
where words were used as weapons
and love was a bended knee
the genesis of bliss came early for me
they tried to strike if from my bones 
but i was already free

now i'm half a person and everybody knows it
that's why i have no real friends and no enemies 
what's the use in wasting precious energy on 
loving or hating someone like me

i was born to be a fool and 
not [bad word] set to me
and my words are used as weapons
and my love is a history
the genesis of [bad word] came early to me
and my heart feels no pain 
like the pang of reality

now i'm half a person and everybody knows it
that's why i have no real friends and no enemies 
what's the use in wasting precious energy on 
loving or hating someone like me

i know i could have been great
a real beacon of light
to all those love lorn passengers
of ships passing in the night