When I was only nine years old, I had a lawyer's mouth
But without the law, without the education or motivation
I knew what I wanted to be, wanted to be
Even though each year it never was the same vocation
I started getting older, I took it on myself
To find out why I'm the way that I am
But I can't find a conclusion, though I think I'm getting closer
Yeah, I know I'm getting closer, my whole wall is filled with posters
My whole life is filled with posters
I used to be outspoken, doing anything for someone's attention
And when that changed, I guess you thought that
I was no longer me, although I finally found me
So take the other bodies and put them by the TV
You'll make real friends quickly
You'll make real friends quickly
But not me
