As I walk to the chalkboard, I wish I were home.
I write on the wall: “I am not my own.
I am not my own, I am not my own.”
I am not my own. I just want to
Belong.

You don’t know enough, girl.
Well, maybe this once.
You don’t know enough, girl.

I now know too much.

Everyone does it… and yet not enough.
Your will’s strongest weakness is that it’s too tough.
Independence your partner,
Rebellion your crime,
You’ll be deviant in any new way you can find.

As I leave through the gate, I forget the way home,
I proclaim with regret, “I’m no longer my own.
I’m no longer my own, I’m no longer my own.”
In a home that’s not mine
I’ll attempt to belong.

A child, a gear, I must not do wrong.
I keep telling myself, “I’m no longer my own.
I’m no longer my own, I’m no longer my own.”
I thought I was home…

Are you sure I belong?

Alone, alone.  Alone at last.
The rainbow chameleon turns into glass.
The water, the sky, the Man she once knew
They meet once again
As the glass is stained blue.

I don’t want just anyone,
I just wanted you.

You’ve merely forgotten
I belong to you, too.

As we glide through the valley, we’re finally home.
I sing to my love, “I’m no longer my own.
I’m no longer my own, I’m no longer my own.”
I am not my own. Lord,
You are my home.