As I heard his footsteps
Coming down the corridor
I knew it was not good news
I would not like what he had to tell me
And yet I have no choice - no voice
I want to turn over this table
I want to break through that door
But I can't kick my way out of this description of me
So I sit quietly instead
While in my head
What am I now?
What am I now?
What am I now?
Still waiting in the room for the man
With the clipboard to come down the corridor
I hear his feet. I have such hope
I know it is unfounded
He will say - if I can stay
Where will I go? What will I do?
How will I pay my debts?
I never dreamed I could be turned away
I want to turn over this table
I want to break through that door
I want to kick my way out of this description of me
How can I live in this definition of my personality?
So I sit quietly
While in my head
What am I now?
What am I now?
What am I now?
What will become of me, and my family?
What am I now?