Are you mad? Why can't you talk? The introverted child just a little too pissed off How's your folks? How's the band? You know he had potential Lacked the common plan I wanted more than what they gave to me But did that ever make it right to leave? So tired Too naive Trapped inside this cage, 270 I never thought that you would end up like me Born to run like Springsteen Two Freehold products march Maybe he was cursed right from the start We push away, disa**ociate with all the people who made us everything we are today Never set plans to make amends Self-content because we hold them in the palm of our hands I'll always hold that part of you within me But we had to leave And I'm doing fine and I hope that k**s you Not on my mind So why am I so tired And still naive? To break the cage, 270 And I'm still running just like Springsteen Don't act like you ever missed me Free to roam, too young to march To the golden boy who was broken from the start