Childhood

The better part of me
is thinking I am not okay.
What happened to the day?
Now is here and gone.

You used to speak to me,
put me back to bed softly.
I'm dreaming of that day
you made it all okay,
then took it all away.

Tell me how
your ignorance is bliss.
Tell me now
your ignorance is bliss.

I'm asking you to change.
What do you have to say?
If nothing's wrong,
then what's the price I pay?

I'm tired of the tears.
Take me back all those years
before you took away
the better part of me.