My father used to tell me
A tale of a little hero
Who I wanted to be to everyone here
In the city that was our home
But the flowers on the field
Wilted in sorrow
Cause the blue in my eyes started to fade
My hands don't function the same
And my life's a game
I'm tortured in this box of shame
And the world turned its back on me
It's been a while
Since I could see the blue skies
And my brother's smile
So why can't I be a kid again?
His heart grew a little cold
And the chapters stay untold
But I would imagine
He dreamt of the freedom
He longed for since the start
With a best friend next to me
I'll relive his story
The purple alliums smiled back at me
The sunlight's in my eyes
If my life's a game
I'll rewrite the tale with my name
But he only loved me
Cause I was the kid he couldn't be
I did what he wished for, he wanted a trophy
Figurehead for his anarchy
And the flowers on the field
No longer calls for me
Cause the green on the treetops started to fade
My hugs are missing its warmth
And all hope is lost
Can't you hear the cracks in my laugh?
And the world turned its back on me
It's been a while
since I could see the blue skies
and my brother's smile
so why can't I be a kid again?
