When you talk about your homelife
  I try to identify
  With my own memories
  Childhood life was such a breeze
  But now i'm slipping away
  From the boy my mother made
  I'm growing on, but i hold on
  To the days that made me fell so
  Powerless and ignorant
  Without a cent, without the sense to know
  That one day i would have to try
  To survive and go
    First time you gotta leave your home
  Second time you live alone
  Third time you just don't know
  Fourth time you gotta pack your life and go
    On the day my father died
  I was too naive to cry
  Inside i was so unclear
  I always thought he's reappear
  But now i'm slipping away
  From the lost child he made
  I'm growing but i hold on
  To his name and to the days of
  Innocence and selfishness
  I find these things impossible to shake
  But i won't break, until i take
  Take a fuckingg chance and go