Book Of Rhymes

Hey, what a strange little boy
He’s always talking to himself all the time
It’s like he lives in daydreams
And he writes it all down in a book of rhymes
I said: Hey, what a weird little kid
He’s always twitching and he can’t sit still
You can’t trust those eyes
And what is he writing in his book of rhymes?
When my heart was breaking
The only thing that kept me sane
Was a pen and my book of rhymes
I created a world inside of my mind
With a pen and my book of rhymes
Hey, I think this kid is beyond repair
And I get the feeling he don’t care
His only hope is time
But we gotta destroy that book of rhymes