Pickled Garbage Soup

You thought it out, you looked it up You tried to see what your place was
Heard them talk, watched them watch
Found that you weren’t related
You were tracked, you were found
You were fooled and you were baited
But you had to go, you had to look
You had to ask what their name was
You always stay, you’re always stuck
You never see the equation
You’re one of these, you’re one of them
You’re one of those kind of strangers