I'm the outcast in this house. I'm the one in the black blouse. Sitting in my dark room, watching my night flower bloom. Lightung the candles on my alter. Talking to the gods and goddesses, even though they are dead. Quickly blowing out the candles and saying bye to the sprits, knowing that my parents are about to walk into my room. Thinking that they might know, can you tell if it shows. I'm the outcast in this house, I'm the one in the black blouse.