The young kid The small dream He's scared, he didn't want to grow Didn't want to leave his home In a small town He has seen so much pain and suffering Drugs and alcohol, empty cold streets Strange and evil kids He left his home He said goodbye, to the friends who left And stands alone All these memories are turning gray Turning gray every, every day. And just right here You can hate him, drown him, but still here No matter what anyone thinks, he feels that strong With X's on his hands With fire in his chest The strain, inside Provokes him to move All he want is to survive He's not afraid to live, daydream