When I was small
I'd stare at the wall
Where patterns of lights drew holes
Deep enough to fall into
And I
Got so afraid to look away
With fear that I'd never see them again
I lost that ability when I was eight
I still look for them today
When I was young
I knew how to have fun
A random stick was a gun
Real enough to make me run
And I
Got so immersed, I'd flea and hide
Fear of capture and losing a life
Those illusions faded by the age of nine
Oh, such a simpler mind
When I was a teen
I'd dare to dream
If I told you some things I've seen
Well, they'd make you scream your heart out
And I
Felt so tormented I had to escape
I'd do anything to stay out of my brain
I kicked those habits a little too late
Well, let's put that down to fate
These days I feel old
And when I stare at the wall
There's patterns of nothing but mould
Black enough to take a hold
And I
Get so afraid of everything
Places I'm going, places I've been
But if I could go back to way back when
I'd do it all the same again
