He didn't fit in he always felt rejected

His father hit him and made him feel defective

He got a bottle

It seemed to take the pain away

He's only 15 and he don't know any other way

Always searching, never felt like he belonged

Always hurting, always told that he was wrong

He left home, the streets looked safer

All alone except a quart of Schaffer

All alone and nowhere to go

He feels at home at the punk rock show

And when he's hanging out with his crew

He's living on the streets of Miami

He'd rather die than go home to his family

And that's what he'll do

He doesn't want your pity

Miami can be a cruel city

He's always ready for a fight

He doesn't want your sorrow

Don't wanna think about tomorrow

He only wants to make it through the night