Boy

There was a time when everything you cared about was free
Bright-eyed, poster-sized, and there for all to see
You loved the way that time would change, but leave you all alone
Bright eyes, open wide, and very much your own
When you left, you were young, not afraid
And full of all the childhood dreams that you could hide
You found it out, boy
On the way, what's the use, boy?
In playing games, you found it out, boy
But lost your name
What's the use, boy?
A picture frame of yesterday
There was a time when chaos took control of all your sense
And a fair try at a second chance was all that you had left
When you left, you were young, not afraid
And full of all the childhood dreams that you could hide
You found it out, boy
On the way, what's the use, boy?
In playing games, you found it out, boy
But lost your name
What's the use, boy?
A picture frame of yesterday
And leaving it all behind, you never
Denied that you decide to recognize
There's nothing left from yesterday
There was a time when everything you cared about was free
Bright-eyed, poster-sized, and there for all to see
You found it out, boy
On the way, what's the use, boy?
In playing games, you found it out, boy
But lost your name
What's the use, boy?
A picture frame of yesterday