He was a kid, he was young. Too young to know what's 
going on. I look him in the eyes and see a kid, that kid 
is me. And now he's sitting in the corner of his room. 
What can he do? He was a kid, he was young. Too young to 
know what's going on. I look in blue eyes and I see a 
kid, he looks like me. Will he save me, will he save my 
pride? Will he tell his children bedtime stories? Will he 
be my friend, playing in a punkrockband? That would be my 
dream. And when my time has come will he frame my 
picture? And memories live cause he's inside of me. I 
hope I'll never let him down.