in the days of my youth
i found solace in my sadness
i was a boy with three faces
i was a boy with curls and braces
once i knew you, i was comfortable with myself as a person
you made me feel like i was needed and necessary
but now you have to go and make a mess of things
my house is full of things and my eyes are full of tears
i hate the thought of you
i hate the thought of you
i wish i was a boy again
not just a stinking few.
