Social Circkle Problem Child
I'm only let out at night
My family keeps me out of sight
So I spend all day just locked away
They don't want me to be seen
It's been this way since I was born
When they saw my face their hearts were torn
And the doctor claimed with a startled gasp
I'm a thing that shouldn't be
No mind
No soul
My head's an empty hole
There's something wrong with me
I'm a problem child
Problem child
Closed up in my nursery
They can't find a nanny to care for me
So I make my friends from the things I find
It's how I spend my time
My parents keep me away
From the other children when I play
'Cause the games I like just make them scream
And scream and scream and scream and scream and scream
No mind
No soul
My head's an empty hole
There's something wrong with me
I'm a problem child
Problem child
Why do they all say there's something wrong inside my brain?
I have these secret thoughts, but I won't tell you what kind
People say there are these awful things hidden inside of my mind
The doctors try to reach me, to understand what makes me tick
I don't get it, what's the point? Why do they treat me like I'm sick?
I haven't got a problem I feel absolutely fine
They put me back in my room, but they forgot to turn the key
Now I'm going to leave the house to find someone to play with me
I'm a good boy really
Don't call me a problem child
