This boy looked at his life And with his sharpest knife He aimed to carve out the things you can?t erase Though his effort was noble He came with nothing
I remembered this I could never reach What's on the shelf I was looking For your help 'Cause I'm just a little boy Or maybe I'm crazy Like I fell and
I'm growing weak Oh and my pillow Saves my life 'Cause I'm saving up all these dreams But they're all for you Because you're all I need, even when I
look only 3 days to write And I could waste all my time writing down rhymes That'll never end up sounding right But that?s real This life And I feel I
