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Should I have believed I was still a boy Naive and sane, protected wholly Tongue-tied and restless Breathing of futures Know me; I am not a child 'Though you have age You have not felt the pain... Should I have remained obedient and docile So far restrained The hands that hold me back Could break my bones As each one snaps I hate my home Far on my way I should know, I was born here Know me Am I just some fool? Am I far from ready? Just let me fall and I'll believe you. Chained up and pampered I strain until I crack Know me before you kill what I want to be And leave me cold Bled white And feeling old Far on my way I should know, I was born here Know me--know all I am Far on my way I was cold then I exploded Know me... From Letras Mania