Old Pink Room

Old pink room, I grew tired of you at twelve

I hated pink like I hated dolls

Grown up, grown up! I used to chant

Old pink room where I used to play where a pink, billowing canopy draped my bed

there was once a dollhouse that stood aside

Old pink room where I used to dream

I'd come home and lie on the floor

There was nothing to do, my sweet summer days were not gone

Old pink room you had a charm of days long gone

carefree, childhood days, when I concentrated on being a kid

I decked you high with toys, books, pillows, and pink

Old pink room where I was a kid

I cam home and read and played

I came to you at four years old believing I would die here old

Old pink room, I made you blue and took away my childhood

Sometimes I wonder if I took away the blue, would I find childhood again?