This boy used to play with toys
When he was a little child and everything was easier
Now he grew and it seems like a heavy tiresome burden that he got to hang in his neck
Life is futile he used to say
When lies couldn’t more hide that he isn’t a little child
And he got to open his eyes and see life is hard, rotten and wicked outside
And it reminds
And it reminds him where to go when he feels alone
He falls on knees and start to cry
He fell twice
He fell twice when he looks back to the sky with tears in eyes
And nothing had changed in his life
This boy used to play with toys
When he was a little child and everything was easier
Now he grew and it seems like a heavy tiresome burden that he got to hang in his neck
Life is futile he used to say
When lies couldn’t more hide that he isn’t a little child
And he got to open his eyes and see life is hard, rotten and wicked outside
And it reminds
And it reminds him where to go when he feels alone
He falls on knees and start to cry
He fell twice
He fell twice when he looks back to the sky with tears in eyes
And nothing had changed in his life
