Don't shoot unless you're aiming at my head
About time that I wake up dead
Feel like Jesus with a hole in my side
About time that the little boy died
Symin says that he's tired all day
'Cause the voices in his head won't go away
And he's tired of the things that they have to say
And he wonders why other children get to play
Alone in a room that people never see
Symin sits and Symin reads
Douglass, Dickens, and Thoreau
Dickinson and Edgar Allen Poe
Anything to pass the time
Between the rainbow pills
Anything to cover the silence
The ticking clock fills
Symin says he's tired all day
'Cause the voices in his head won't go away
And he's tired of the things that they have to say
And he wonders why other children get to play
And he spends all day
Sitting on the wall
And he sits all day
And talks to a doll
And he hopes to God
That he doesn't fall
For the padded boards
Stand rather tall
But the rag in his hand
Says it's okay
And he always want
To sleep all day
Symin says he's tired all day
'Cause the voices in his head just won't go away
And he's tired of all the things that they say
And wants to know why other children play