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 new found 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 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 can 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