I Wanna be myself again

I see a boy, walking on the street

has nothing to fear, nothing which pain

for him every second is a treat

has nothing to lose nothing to gain,

he drags city with him,

and city drags him along

he whistles a lot,

he keep singing a song.

I wanna walk like that again.

I wanna be that boy again ..

I wanna be myself again ....

I see He Has, in both of his hands ..

few cards, some candies, one paper-made rocket

He`s always dropping them wherever he stands

then he picks it up, cleans it and tries to fill them in his pocket

he always loose some of them,

and his treasure keep plummeting.

he does not care a lot.

In the rush to meet his friends, he just keep forgetting

I wanna forget things again

I wanna be that boy again ..

I wanna be myself again ....

I see him walking across the street

then he stands in the middle, looking around

When he was sure That he is discreet

he peeks in her house, and he stumbles on the ground

When She look at him he Appears just fine

And When asked, he says the bike I ride is not mine

That I wanna be pure again

I wanna be that boy again ..

I wanna be myself again ...