The kid is already breaking, and he's just a little boy
Throwing spiders and birds at children
Gathering flowers and like minded toys
Sitting awkward upon his pedestal
Exhaling mandalas from his mouth

We are wondering if he's alright
We are wondering if he still eats
We are wondering if we did wrong
When we told him that we believed
Is he soon to be subsumed
In the hissing sound of scrutiny
Is he soon to be alone
With his fingers and thumbs shaking

Yes I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry
I only really wanted to help
But I know you got to be careful
And you've got to always be strong
It's your gift, but it's sometimes your weakness too
You've just got to always be strong

Yes I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry
I did the best I knew how to do
Yes I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry
I wish I could have thought only of you...