Well I couldn't tell you why she felt that way,
She felt it everyday.
And I couldn't help her,
I just watched her make the same mistakes again.

Temperance felt her teachers' eyes on her. Not like before, when they looked on her with such praise for being bright. Now they were curious, or worrying, or worst pitying. They noticed that she might wear the same clothes a few days in a row, that her packed lunches weren't as full as they used to be. She tried to hide it, but she couldn't pay attention. She was always thinking about her parents, hoping they'd come home so Russ could be her normal big brother again. Her grades dipped, she couldn't sleep at night, and she wasn't as lively as before.

What's wrong, what's wrong now?
Too many, too many problems.
Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.

She loved and hated going home. Her parents might have come back, but she always got upset when they never had. Sometimes Russ was missing and she'd have a panic attack. Her bed was used for tossing and turning, and the occasional temper tantrum instead of sleeping.

Open your eyes and look outside, find the reasons why.
You've been rejected, and now you can't find what you left behind.
Be strong, be strong now.
Too many, too many problems.
Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.

She tried her best not to cry as Russ gave her to the woman from Social Services. Logically his reasons made sense, but he was all that was left of her family. The woman tried to be kind, but Temperance didn't respond. The trashbag with her things inside crinkled whenever she moved it.

Her feelings she hides.
Her dreams she can't find.
She's losing her mind.
She's fallen behind.
She can't find her place.
She's losing her faith.
She's fallen from grace.
She's all over the place.
Yeah,oh

She was tossed from foster home to foster home, sometimes with a stop in emergency housing. The social workers lectured her because she was a teenager. A few foster parents didn't even bother to learn her name. She learned that it hurt less if you stopped caring, made yourself invisible. She blocked her feelings and memories away, hiding behind the fortress she built around her heart. She didn't care if people abandoned her, since she didn't let herself care about them.

She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.

She's lost inside, lost inside...oh oh yeah
She's lost inside, lost inside...oh oh yeah