I want to be that wooden boy

I wish to have that life of ease

With strings to lift and pull me up 

With no responsibilities

Some days I'm down - too tired to play 

But as a toy and wooden boy 

I'd just have fun and play all day 

Games and puzzles I'd employ

Go ahead and string me up 

It won't be a surprise to me 

I'm looking forward to it 

Somehow it is my destiny

The wooden boy - his great desire 

To be a real child

But my desire above all else 

To not be human for a while

I'm tired of all the pain and sadness 

That life keeps handing to me 

I'm ready to feel none of it

A wooden toy I want to be

So put me there upon the shelf 

With other toys beside me

a place I can escape to

In the land I call carefree

I feel all funny down inside 

The transformation's taking place 

I don't regret the choice I made 

No longer in the human race