The process of growing up was nothing more than figuring out what doors hadn't yet been slammed in your face.
I would prove to you that being different isn't a death sentence but a call to arms.
What you had could never make up for what you'd lost.
I only just found you, I can't lose you now
And if your parents have you for a reason, then that reason better exist. Because once it's gone, so are you.
Maybe knowing where you belong is not equal to knowing who you are.