Back Around Again کے بول

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