Now that I have a name and I am adored,
Now that I am triumphant, and heights I have soared,
You knock at my door and say,
That you should not have kept me at bay.

Now that I am celebrated, and presumably rich,
Now that my life doesn’t bear a glitch,
You knock at my door and say,
You shouldn’t have gone astray.

Now that I sing and now that I write,
You say you were wrong and that I was right,
You knock at my door and apologise,
With crocodile tears and forged cries.

Now that I am far and not prone to fall,
Prey to your ways, feigned and gall,
You say you missed me all along,
And that I was right and you were wrong.

But where were you all these years?
When I needed you most?
When I’d shed an incessant ocean of tears,
When I had felt helpless and lost.
It hurts to know you only came back,
Because of my riches and fame,
When all I had longed was for someone who would love me for my heart,
And not for my name.