When I was a child I went into my room I spent too much time In my room when I was young The world was like a dream The world was in my mind And I would call the shots In my mind when I was young But as the world turned It forced me off the ground To step outside my room And have a look around But the air is much to thin And I begin to understand Than the days when I was king Are nowhere to be found I see other kings and queens They're way across town But no one talked to me Until I became nineteen Now I'm twenty-three And it still appears to me That I'd been better off If I'd died at nineteen Now I like to ride the bus And in the bus I'm safe I've been riding for a while And I don't want to get of Coz on each bus stop The doors will open up And when the cold wind reaches me My temperature will drop And I will surely die The day that I get off Coz nothing is like it seems And it will be the end of me I went into a state Of academic rage I wanted for my face To be on books one day Now I want my songs to play On the dance floor every day And on the radio every day Is where I want my songs to play