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