I wasn't born into
By nine, had experienced no happiness
I wasn't yet into
The things that made a child careless
At three, I was going through
Things that made a father cry his eyes out
Now, I'm seeing through
Eyes of the fathers, I've lived 8 lives now


The tune I'm dancing to
Isn't the music angels made so David moved
The lines are crooked
Not in place as promised by the book
Wrestling, I am
Why ain't my name changed, why...