The Wrong Child

I've watched the children come and go A late, long march into spring I sit and watch those children Jump in the tall grass Leap the sprinkler Walk in the ground Bicycle clothespin spokes The sound, the smell of swingset hands I will try to sing a happy song I'll try and make a happy game to play "Come play with me" I whispered to my newfound friend Tell me what it's like to go outside I've never been Tell me what it's like to just go outside I've never been And I never will I'm not supposed to be like this I'm not supposed to be like this, but it's okay Hey, hey, hey, those kids are looking at me I told my friend myself, those kids are looking at me They're laughing and they're running over here They're laughing and they're running over here What do I do, what should I do? What do I say? What can I say? I said I'm not supposed to be like this Let's try to find a happy game to play Let's try to find a happy game to play I'm not supposed to be like this But it's okay, okay