I left behind my town looking for some luck
I learned for this life you need faith and guts
I sold my ticket for the train to fate
Trying to take control of the road to myself

Passive hopes replaced
By a look at the truth
Intuitions guiding me through the maze
Of therapy and blues

Chances blown forever behind
New ones can be found
I’ve been hit on my weakest side
Now I’m recovering lost ground

I had a knife in my back, I had an open wound
I grew up handicapped, surrounded by ruins
I was thirsty for someone loyal and mild
I was remotely controlled and hypnotized

What you needed long ago
Is still driving you down
No one can give you everything
Not for the child or the adult

Chances torn forever behind
New ones come around
I’ve been hit on my weakest side
Now I’m recovering lost ground

Scars on my soul, each one fought hard
Half of my life was about growing up
To become a man and give him the choice
When and who to love, and not the boy

Hid myself in a dark cocoon
Nice-guy syndrome
Let the warrior rise and hold
His face into the storm

Chances gone forever behind
New ones shout aloud
I’ve been hit on my weakest side
Now I’m recovering lost ground