Well, the said, right then
You're just a problem child
We send you to a house
Where we can control your mind
And you will never be
The boy that you were then
So your parents can
Be proud of what we made
Not anymore
Well, this is a time
When things are so overload
So much feeling left,
so many feelings will explode
I survived it all
But all on my terms
I left the children's house
The tables are turned
Not anymore