Blood

I love you
You are of my half-blood
But you hurt me
With your prospects reflecting the TVs'

Your pretence, my lack of home
Your sense is/senses I do not know

But I think I know you, I think I do
But I think I know you, I think I do

And you could turn your back on me
And go on without me
Even as my next of kin, you would never see me

But I need you for me, my identity
Even if you are not my home, I want you to be

I think I know you, I think I do