Back when you were a boy
You still looked at them with joy
And you try to figure what's all about
A poster on your wall predicts your hero's fall
The empty space will treasure memories of leisure
Now innocence is gone but it's not your fault
Now you are wandering on your own
Nobody's gonna help you with your hell
So you might as well pretend you are doing well
They call on the phone when they need your cash
Even though they know you are broke
No one cares about your sickness or your health
On your deathbed they'll find your stash
Back when you were a boy
Concerns were not a stoke
And you try to figure out
But all you get is doubt
You punch somebody's face as if you trying to win a race
You don't what to embrace
You don't know what to chase
Now innocence is gone but it's not your fault
Now you are wandering on your own
Nobody's gonna help you with your hell
So you might as well pretend you are doing well