Unhappy Days

Four walls of my bedroom looking down on me

Dust motes dancing in the afternoon sun

I watched the neighborhood kids climb the old oak tree

Another weekend down, another project half done They were laughing on the

corner just a block away

But I kept the curtains drawn tight through the day (ohhh)

I spent my summer in the quiet shade

Counting up the memories I never made (yeah)

Another golden year has gone to waste

Left with a bitter,

dusty kind of taste

Now I look at photos that I'm not even in

Wondering where the story actually begins (mmmmm) I became a shadow of

a boy I should have been

I watched it go

All the years I didn't know

(no, I didn't know)