Hey, what a strange little boy He’s always talking to himself all the time It’s like he lives in daydreams And he writes it all down in a book of rhymes I said: Hey, what a weird little kid He’s always twitching and he can’t sit still You can’t trust those eyes And what is he writing in his book of rhymes? When my heart was breaking The only thing that kept me sane Was a pen and my book of rhymes I created a world inside of my mind With a pen and my book of rhymes Hey, I think this kid is beyond repair And I get the feeling he don’t care His only hope is time But we gotta destroy that book of rhymes