This is a story of a boy who sits alone in his room
Thinking of a strategy alone in the gloom
With watery eyes he looks up at the moon
He knows there's something missing
A young mind confused with what he's feeling
Rambling, trying to give this feeling a meaning
He thinks people don't care, he's a cynic
No one dares to touch him, he's really choleric
So he's looking for who to pick a fight with, acting naughty
Trying to make others feel bad, so he's now a bully
So dark inside, but outside he pretends to be holy
It's a pity, but he doesn't want to hear the word "sorry"
Dad left mum, mum left him at the orphanage
As a little baby, growing up he never had any privilege
He's inquisitive, always trying to acquire more knowledge
They pestered him, so he ran out of the orphanage
Not long after, he's been brought to a foster home
His foster parents tried, all he want is to be left alone
People say, there's no place...