Back Around Again

Life should be so simple
running through the sea in a book up on a shelf
there are four kinds of people in this world
you, me, him and everyone else

keep me in your pocket
a child on a string the only thing I'll ever be to you
only to look back on I forget everything
Only too remember a child on a string

Take me away from here
A glass face of fear on all surrounding me
it's plain to see
this isn't the way life should be

Every time I look back on what I used to be
I realize there is so much I still need
I need to feel you near me to me your everything
You can live with out my presence
as your child on a string