Native-Born Foreigner

I swear I dwelt alone Amongst a million other faces In a city full of Every oppertunity I cannot attain So, I suppose you've found a native-born foreigner You've stopped by long enough to hear A voice too quiet speak... I'm not anything phenomenal, Black jacket-clad with a caged-up heart I suppose you've found a kindred soul A stranger in a familiar land. Tell me again why you are here, I've heard ever other reason, they all end the same. Fifteen years I've lived cold and alone With patches of warmth that Only faded away. Would you mind staying here, my dear only friend? I have empty ears that hunger for words. I have empty hands that clutch for warmth. An empty soul that could use your touch, but A mouth so full they stiched it shut A tongue overlowing with words. A brain that defied them, so they called it dumb, but Could you please stay and listen?