Should I have believed I was still a boy

Naive and sane, protected wholly

Tongue-tied and restless

Breathing of futures

Know me; I am not a child

'Though you have age

You have not felt the pain...

Should I have remained obedient and docile

So far restrained

The hands that hold me back

Could break my bones

As each one snaps

I hate my home

Far on my way

I should know, I was born here

Know me

Am I just some fool? Am I far from ready?

Just let me fall and I'll believe you.

Chained up and pampered I strain until I crack

Know me before you kill what I want to be

And leave me cold

Bled white

And feeling old

Far on my way

I should know, I was born here

Know me--know all I am

Far on my way

I was cold then I exploded

Know me