Problem Child

I’ve played with my toys
And I `ve found myself
The game that I had invented
is not mine no more

So I feel your gaze
But it doesn’t warm me
it doesn’t warn me
doesn’t control me anymore


father
I’m still a problem child

I’ve been out to explore
forbidden fruits and hidden lust
worlds you’ve never trespassed
things you’ve never tried

father
I’m still a problem child

stoned by careless words
and burnt out
from staying awake too long
I cannot be proud
of my passion

father
I’m still a problem child