As a child I was picked on, tortured, and humiliated br A outcast of the worst sort. br A child who had no voice of his own br No say br No reason to celebrate br Yet I did every day br br As a child I didn't know the way br As I don't even now br No guidance has ever been just given to me br I had to search for it to be found br Even now I prefer living alone br Over the fairytale home br br As a child I failed br I dropped out of school br Only to work in a factory br No It wasn't to be cool br I didn't have choice br For my back was to be broken br And food needed to be put on the table br If not me, who would br Protecting my family as one should br br As child I dreamed of the stars br Now I dream of the different br An alternate existence br One unknown br Something to just let me get by for the rest of life br br As a child I thought I knew of love br Now I'm still searching for it br Like a dog after his favorite bone br I have my passions br Some would say their nothing more then dressed up fashions br But they are mine br And nobody can take them away from me br br As I child I wanted be rich br Now I see fortune and fame as nothing more then a game br People play br People go br And people stay br For one discovers many hidden talents br In desperate times br I rather do something I love br Then love something I have br br As a child I had very little friends br And now I have even less br None dependable as they use to be br Most want something from me. br It so hard to say sorry I just don't got any br br As a child I was mild br Now I'm even more layed back.