when i was a boy, well, i was no angel
with dirt and blood on my knees
the doctor he told me, "son, can't you see?"
"you mustn't bruise so easily."


well my mother has the bluest eyes
and it hurts just to watch them cry
so many secrets that i have kept
but somethings you just can't hide


so i say goodnight and i dream of better times
that when i grow old, i will be tall and strong
well here i am. and i've never felt so small.