No point in trying to find me again
I'm not the woman that I was then
The days when I'd throw head's caution to the wind
And realize too late what a mess I'm in
And I tried to assimilate
It's the lie and the truth at the same time
I find after all this time
I'm condemned to living outside the world
I was born in
Chorus:
I uncover the secrets I hide
I recover the mind that I tied
I discover the life that I tried to live and forget
In Apricot time
No point in saying she's an Arab girl
As if that's all there is to claim about her
If you look closely see a transparent veil
Designed to hide and exorcise her shame
And I tried to differentiate
And draw lines between the good and the bad things
It’s hard when you’re lost in space
A cross cultural tale of misplaced love and hate
Repeat Chorus
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