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