Used to be half a boy stretching thin arms to the skynheed no words ,sprint through lush leavesnmocked they i 'm an odd birdnknow not where to hide away let their words rip me awaynnknown it's hard to grow with you normal people didn't seenwhat's inside girls look so meekndeep in mind dwells a boy and you whisper on my earnlift me soar high,bowl the wordsnnmuse a while , far afield in the withered glades of goldnout of their holdnnused to be half a boy stretching thin arms to the skynheed no words sprint through the dusknsaid they i'm an odd ball and you whisper in my earnthen i soar high in the airnnmuse a while , far afield in the withered glades of goldnout of their holdnnno one's here to follow me, while the east lurking the Moonnhills are all in violet tingenno one's here to follow you while the west the Sun burns itselfnsilhouettes are deep greenish tingennused to be half a boy....n