When I Was A Child

When I was a child

I went into my room

I spent too much time

In my room when I was young

The world was like a dream

The world was in my mind

And I would call the shots

In my mind when I was young

But as the world turned

It forced me off the ground

To step outside my room

And have a look around

But the air is much to thin

And I begin to understand

Than the days when I was king

Are nowhere to be found

I see other kings and queens

They're way across town

But no one talked to me

Until I became nineteen

Now I'm twenty-three

And it still appears to me

That I'd been better off

If I'd died at nineteen

Now I like to ride the bus

And in the bus I'm safe

I've been riding for a while

And I don't want to get of

Coz on each bus stop

The doors will open up

And when the cold wind reaches me

My temperature will drop

And I will surely die

The day that I get off

Coz nothing is like it seems

And it will be the end of me

I went into a state

Of academic rage

I wanted for my face

To be on books one day

Now I want my songs to play

On the dance floor every day

And on the radio every day

Is where I want my songs to play