My hair was a shield, my fists were always bleeding

Vice after vice, happiness was fleeting

My friends didn't like me, though they tried and they tried

But with so much self-destruction and fight after fight

They began to realize I needed time

I was so desperate, I was so alone

I was getting jumped and I was getting stoned

But I'm better now, I'm better now

I look back at those memories and I begin to wince

But I can't hate myself too much, I was just a kid

If only I could tell him where he would be today