Twisted Little Daydreams

Memories with pain

Locking me behind the closet door



I will be a good boy

Promise I wont run

Sit quite in my room

Playing with my toy gun



Now I'm older but the memories

still eat me like disease.

Alone in the darkness

watching you on my t.v.

Why did God make you so famous

when he only spit on me.



I want to bathe in your light.

I want to be on the news.

If I take your life

its nothing personal.

Just a boy and his toy gun

dying for attention.



I'm sitting on the steps.

The sun is sinking low.

The world gets very quiet

as the street lamps start to glow.

I step out and I raise my gun

time just seems to slow.



For a moment I can see myself

trapped in your reflection.

I'm angry and I'm lonely

and I'm dying for attention.



I want to bathe in your light.

I want to be on the news.

If I take your life

its nothing personal.

Just a boy and his toy gun

dying for attention.



Dying for attention.



Mama