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