Letra de The wrong child

(berry/buck/mills/stipe)

I've watched the children come and go
a late long march into spring
i sit and watch those children
jump in the tall grass
leap the sprinkler
walk in the ground
bicycle clothespin spokes
the sound the smell of swingset hands
I will try to sing a happy song
i'll try and make a happy game to play
come play with me i whispered to my new found friend
tell me what it's like to go outside
i've never been
tell me what it's like to just go outside
i've never been
and i never will
I'm not supposed to be like this
i'm not supposed to be like this
but it's okay
Hey, those kids are looking at me
i told my friend myself
those kids are looking at me
they're laughing and they're running over here
they're laughing and they're running over here
what do i do?
what can i do?
what should i do?
what do i say?
what can i say?
I said i'm not supposed to be like this
let's try to find a happy game to play
let's try to find a happy game to play
i'm not supposed to be like this
but it's okay, okay