Look at me; Pay attention.
I'm just an eight year old boy,
your own invention.
Better catch me now, before my ascention.
I've tried and tried, my self contention.
And now I'm falling apart, put to detention.
This life is hard to live; like another dimension.
And we're always bumping heads; always a dissension.
I want to get away, but I'm stuck in your retention.
And I know when I leave you'll wish for an invention;
something to get me back, into your possesion.
But I'll be long gone, leaving nothing but tension.
And you'll be wishing for time, just a little extension.
But you'll be alone, in your own suspension.
And I'll be free; no more apprehension..
Living my life, in my own dimension.