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I was fifteen years old when I first ran away from home I had six beers inside me, a skateboard, and one set of clothes I was never gonna last long 'cause, hell, I was just a boy Now I'm older and I'm drunker and I still skateboard Which day did I become a man? Was it the first that time I ran? I was sixteen years old when I first loved a girl I still remember what it felt like and just how much it hurt When I couldn't make her want me, no matter how close we were I don't seem to get hurt anymore; maybe that's because of her What made me into a man? Was it love I couldn't have? Which day did I become a man? Have I ever even changed? 'Cause I still feel the same Maybe manhood's just a simple numbers game I was nineteen years old when I first got my face kicked in They rolled me and they stole my things and left me on the road I was just a little different inside me, from that day on And, though I don't like to admit it, now I don't take shit from anyone Was I turned into a man? By cold bare-knuckled hands? Which day did I become a man? Could I write it on my hand? Is it something that somebody planned? Which day did I become a man? From Letras Mania