I was thrown in a world of disaster
I grew up with my desillusions
Someone smashed my toys when I was only four
And later on my best friend stole my favorite matchbox car
The first girl I ever met left me for a man
The priest who thought he knew it all
He kicked me in the balls
Because he didn't understand the way I felt
I was talking to a wall
But don't expect I'll be depressed
I learned how to get along
My favorite matchbox car
