Life should be so simple
Running through the sea in a book up on a shelf
There are four kinds of people in this world
You, me, him and everyone else
Keep me in your pocket
A child on a string the only thing I'll ever be to you
Only to look back on I forget everything
Only too remember a child on a string
Take me away from here
A gla** face of fear on all surrounding me
It's plain to see
This isn't the way life should be
Every time I look back on what I used to be
I realize there is so much I still need
I need to feel you near me to me your everything
You can live with out my presence
As your child on a string