When I was fifteen I was just an average kid
Without friends but with fire in my heart
I spent hours in my room only me and my guitar
Listening to punk rock was the only way out
I was trying to socialize but that mission soon failed
I was longing to become one of those who prevailed

I was strong enough to say what I feel
I was dumb enough to think they would kneel
I was cheeky enough to ask for a change
And blinded to see that I was in a cage

When I was seventeen my life had just begun
With a lot of friends I felt lost so many times
I knew there was a tiny place built for me
But filling it with people crushed my intimacy
I was trying to fit my shoes but the pain remained the same
I was searching for a guiding voice but the sound never came

All this history composed the person I am
All this misery carved the grown-up man
All those experiences built this tower of words
With a faded picture of my face on its top