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