The time I borrow, I know will never be paid back

This time life was my choice

I live each day knowing I do not belong

I walk the streets with my head held high

I've nothing left to lose

My head, a symbol of triumph

My brain, scarred with the past

Mine, but not owned by me

Erased a life I lived before

Erased, but how was I to know

Erasing everything I took for granted