Young boy around seventeen
Already left with no friends, no self esteem
It was always cold but he didn't feel a thing
He said "I'll show 'em what I'm worth the day I turn eighteen"
He ran away today
And I was watching as he threw all his stuff away
Without a place to live
It was the first ever day this city felt alive
When he shouted
"Who the hell's better than me anyway"
Yeah, yeah
Who the hell's better than me anyway
Yeah, yeah
Who the hell's better than me anyway
Yeah, yeah
Who the hell's better than me anyway
Yeah, yeah
Who can make it if not me anyway